The Long VacationYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Long Vacation
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Upper class -- England -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Vacations -- Fiction
Clement would have wished to keep all to themselves, at least till the
paternal visit was over, but Ivinghoe’s days were few, and he made sure
of bringing his parents on the morrow. An expedition had been arranged
to the valley where some of the Benista family were reported to live,
since the snows had departed enough for safety; but this must needs be
deferred, and there was no doubt that the “reason why” would be sought
out.
Indeed, so close was the great house, and so minute a watch was kept,
that the fact of Lord Ivinghoe’s spending the whole day at the parsonage
was known, and conclusions were arrived at. Maura stole down in the late
evening among the olive trees, ostensibly to ask Anna and Francie to
come and listen to the nightingales.
But thereby she was witness to a scene that showed that there was
another nightingale for Franceska than the one who was singing with such
energy among the olive boughs. In fact, she saw the evening farewell,
and had not the discretion, like Anna, to withdraw herself and her eyes,
but beheld, what had ever been sacred to both those young things, the
first kiss.
Poor Maura, she had none of the reticent pride and shame of an English
gentlewoman. She believed herself cruelly treated, and rushing away,
fell on Anna, who was hovering near, watching to prevent any arrival
such as was always probable.
It would not be well to relate the angry, foolish words that Anna had to
hear, nor how Maura betrayed herself and her own manoeuvre. It is
enough to say that she went home, weeping demonstratively, perhaps
uncontrollably; and that Anna, after her trying scene, was able to exalt
more than ever Ivinghoe’s generosity towards the absent Gerald, and
forbearance towards Franceska. If he had ever passed the line, it was
more Maura’s doing than his own.
CHAPTER XXXI. -- THE COLD SHOULDER
Loath to depose the child, your brother’s son.--SHAKESPEARE.
A telegram early the next day announced that the Rotherwood family were
on their way, and they came in due time, the kind embrace that Francie
received from each in turn being such as to set doubts at rest.
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