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
Letitia threatened her with a forefinger. “I will kill you if you call
me that again! What do I mean? I mean just what I say. You shall come
and pay me a long, long visit--as long as you like--as long as--you
live--or let’s say till you are married,” cried Mrs. Parke with a
somewhat mocking laugh.
“You know very well I shall never marry,” said Mary, reproachfully.
“Well, never mind--wait till you have seen all the people at Greenpark.
You shall come to me as soon as you have done your fortnight with your
aunt, and you shall go down with us when we go to the country, and you
will keep me company when John is away, and talk to me when I am lonely,
and make friends with the children. That will be worth your while, not
like a fortnight in London, where you must always be spending shillings
and sixpences. Now is it settled, or must you write home and ask if you
may come? For it is a real long visit I shall want.”
“Oh, Letitia,” said Mary, with tears in her eyes, “is it possible you
can be so very, very kind, when we have not met for years, and when I
thought----”
“What did you think? That I had forgotten my old friends? I am one that
never, never forgets,” said Mrs. Parke. “The first moment that I set
eyes upon you I said to myself, ‘It’s Mary! and she must come to me for
a long, long visit.’ I can see no use in asking people for a fortnight.
It only costs money, and it is not a bit of relief at home.”
“I am sure you are quite right,” said Mary. “I have been thinking so
myself; but then they all thought it would be a change, and though I am
fonder of Grocombe than of any place in the world----”
“You are a hypocrite, Mary,” said Letitia. “I never was fond of Grocombe
at all. It is the dullest place in England--there is never anything
going on. Oh, here is Mr. Parke, whom you don’t know yet. John, this is
Miss Hill, who is coming to us for a long visit. I told you what a dear
friend she was of mine.”
“How do you do, Miss Hill,” said John, and then he added, the only thing
it occurred to him to say to a stranger, “What fine weather we are
having. Have you been in the Park to-day?”
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