"My little son; my only child," said Durrant. "He is young--not yet
quite six years old. I do not care to send children of such a tender
age to school. I have many schemes for his future while I, alas! am
forced to part from him, and my final desire is to leave him in his
present home with a trustworthy lady whom I know, and who was my late
dear wife's relation--and with one young girl to be his constant
companion. The girl I particularly wish to be with Ralph during my
absence is, madam, your niece, Robina Starling."
"Indeed!" said Miss Felicia. It was on the tip of her tongue to say,
`Don't,' but the word did not come.
"You look surprised," said the traveller.
"Well," said Miss Felicia, "I know you admire Robina, or you would not
have given her that pony in such an extraordinary and munificent way.
But surely, she is a little--a little rough--if I may so express it."
"Hers is an upright character: she is upright, honest, truthful. My boy
cares for her, and she cares for him: he cannot be under better
influence. In short, if her father and mother consent, I want to make
them an offer with regard to their child, Robina."
"And what is that offer, Mr Durrant?"
"I want to take her from her present school, making arrangements with
Mrs Burton, so that Mr Starling may be put to no expense by her
transfer. I want to give her all the possible advantages of a good
education. These can partly be supplied by Mrs Temple, who is a very
polished and accomplished lady, and partly by masters and mistresses who
visit Eastbourne weekly from London. Eventually, if she so desires it,
I would pay all her expenses at Girton or Newnham."
"It is a great chance for Robina: to be honest with you," continued Miss
Felicia, "we sent her from home because she was a little noisy, and
upset her poor dear mother, who is a sad invalid; but she is a good girl
on the whole."
"I find her an excellent girl: I like her very much."
"Well, sir," said Miss Felicia; "I thank you for what you have told me.
I will now go and acquaint my brother-in-law with the fact that he is
deeply honoured by your visit to our humble roof."
"Don't put it in that way, I beg of you, madam. Try, please, and
remember that when I am at home I may be just an ordinary individual,
and in no sense wish to be lionised. You will oblige me by bearing this
fact in mind."
"I will endeavour to do so," said Miss Felicia. She left the room,
nodding many times to herself.
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