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
“No, I suppose I ought to keep it to myself,” said the tutor. She said
to herself afterwards that no doubt it was because he was going to
leave, because he had been dismissed. People said you must never trust
discharged servants. To be sure he was not a servant, he was a
gentleman; but still--Agnes tried a little to comfort herself in this
way; but Mrs. Parke’s pious hope that nothing might happen, and the
tutor’s bold criticisms rankled in her mind. It was she that decided
Lady Frogmore to accept the invitation to all the rejoicings over Duke’s
majority, though it was not Agnes but Mary that was fond of Duke. “It is
right that you should show yourself,” she said to her sister. Mary did
not perceive what good showing herself would do, and feared the great
dinner, and the return to a place which had so many sad associations
(she said). But Agnes pressed so much that her sister, always gentle and
so seldom asserting her own will against anyone else’s, at last
consented. A visit to the Park was a great step. It was always on the
cards that something might awaken smouldering recollections, or throw a
new light upon that mystery of the past. At all events, it was with the
stirrings of a new hope that Agnes, who managed everything, got her
sister afloat on the day before Duke’s birthday, and steered her by the
many junctions through half a dozen different trains across country to
the Park. It was a troublesome journey, and took the greater part of the
day, what with the difficulty of connecting trains, and long waiting at
various stations. These delays and waitings were, however, rather good
for Mary, who began to be roused out of her usual quiescence, and to ask
questions about when they would arrive, and what company they would be
likely to find there. “Duke was always my boy,” poor Mary said. A little
cloud passed over her face as she spoke, as though a consciousness of
something that had interfered between Duke and her had floated across
her thoughts. Agnes did not burst out as she would have liked to do into
a blast of sentiment in respect to Duke, which was perfectly uncalled
for. But she looked disappointed though she did not say it.
CHAPTER XXXII.
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