The Heir Presumptive and the Heir ApparentOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Heir Presumptive and the Heir Apparent
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Aristocracy (Social class) -- England -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
Every torture comes to an end if we can but wait for it, and the
children’s dinner was ended at last: they were so eager about the
forester and the trees he was marking to cut down that to Agnes’ intense
relief they hurried out again as soon as their food was swallowed.
Fortunately nobody had told them of the arrival, or else they had been
too much absorbed in their own exciting occupation to dwell upon it.
Little Mar knew nothing of his mother. Even if he had heard that Lady
Frogmore had come home, the child would probably in the bustle of his
childish excitement have put no meaning to the words. And Duke, though
he was older and had been Mary’s favorite, yet had much forgotten her,
and would think only of his grandmother if he heard that name. This gave
poor Agnes a little comfort in the hurry of her thoughts. She sat alone
all the day, more anxious and miserable than words could tell. The
doctor, Lord Frogmore’s own doctor, came in for a moment to tell her
that he found his patient a little better. “What an astonishing recovery
this is. It is the most wonderful thing I ever saw,” he said. “She has
taken her place by the bedside, as good a nurse as I ever met with. She
seems to think of everything. And Lord Frogmore looks quite bright. The
cure of one will be the cure of the other I hope. But it is the most
wonderful think I ever saw.”
“Do you think it will last, doctor?” cried Agnes.
“Well, one can never say,” he replied, oracularly. “Sometimes these
things prove a success, sometimes--not. I could not give an opinion. To
tell the truth, I would not trust Lady Frogmore with my patient if
Marsden was not there. He keeps in the dressing-room out of sight--but
he’s there, and on the watch. These mad doctors have strange ways, but I
daresay he’s right. He has his eye on her all the time. He’s not very
sure about her, I suppose, or he would not do that; but you and I may
make ourselves easy, Miss Hill. It is Lord Frogmore who is my
affair--and he is better--certainly better. I will come in the evening
and let you know how he is then.”
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