The Laurel Bush: An Old-Fashioned Love StoryCraik, Dinah Maria Mulock
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The Laurel Bush: An Old-Fashioned Love Story
Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
Fiction; Love stories
She could hardly tell whether he was in jest or earnest; but this was
certain, he meant to cheer and comfort her, and she took the comfort,
and was thankful.
"Now to the point," continued Mr. Roy. "You feel that, in a worldly
point of view, these two have done a very foolish thing, and you have
aided and abetted them in doing it?"
"Not so," she cried, laughing; "I had no idea of such a thing till David
told me yesterday morning of his intentions."
"Yes, and he explained to me why he told you, and why he dared not wait
any longer. He blurts out every thing, the foolish boy! But he has made
friends with me now. They do seem such children, do they not, compared
with old folks like you and me?"
What was it in the tone or the words which made her feel not in the least
vexed, nor once attempt to rebut the charge of being "old?"
"I'll tell you what it is," said Robert Roy, with one of his sage smiles,
"you must not go and vex yourself needlessly about trifles. We should
not judge other people by ourselves. Every body is so different.
Dalziel may make his way all the better for having that pretty creature
for a wife, not but what some other pretty creature might soon have done
just as well. Very few men have tenacity of nature enough, if they can
not get the one woman they love, to do without any other to the end of
their days. But don't be disappointed yourself about your girl. David
will make her a very good husband. They will be happy enough, even
though not very rich."
"Does that matter much?"
"I used to think so. I had so sore a lesson of poverty in my youth, that
it gave me an almost morbid terror of it, not for myself, but for any
woman I cared for. Once I would not have done as Dalziel has for the
world. Now I have changed my mind. At any rate, David will not have one
misfortune to contend with. He has a thoroughly good opinion of himself,
poor fellow! He will not suffer from that horrible self-distrust which
makes some men let themselves drift on and on with the tide, instead of
taking the rudder into their own hands and steering straight on--direct
for the haven where they would be. Oh, that I had done it."
He spoke passionately, and then sat silent. At last, muttering something
about "begging her pardon," and "taking a liberty," he changed the
conversation into another channel, by asking whether this marriage, when
it happened--which, of course could not be just immediately--would make
any difference to her circumstances.
Some difference, she explained, because the girls would receive their
little fortunes whenever they came of age or married, and the sisters
would not like to be parted; besides, Helen's money would help the
establishment. Probably, whenever David married, he would take them
both away; indeed, he had said as much.
"And then shall you stay on here?"
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