The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 1 of 3)Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
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The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 1 of 3)
Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
English fiction -- 19th century
"No, Mr. Pynsent; no harm, though you have represented it so
humorously; but remarks will be made, and are made. As a mother I feel
those remarks, and I particularly beg you to understand, that it is
quite against my own ideas of right--quite in opposition to my own
feelings, that I am painfully called upon to withdraw my daughter from
being publicly seen so frequently in your company, attended only by her
servant."
Tom Pynsent twirled his hat, and was silent. Her ladyship proceeded.
"If the world, Mr. Pynsent, would only allow us to be happy our own
way, how many agreeable hours might be enjoyed which are now denied
us! Perhaps, as a mother, I _was_ wrong in throwing my daughter so
much in the society of a very agreeable man--the world says so; but I
have the strongest dependence upon the discretion and dignity of all
my daughters, therefore I have no fears: however, something is due to
public opinion, and to that severe mentor, attribute the necessity of
this painful task. I hope I have not given offence by my sincerity, Mr.
Pynsent?"
Tom Pynsent was taken by surprise; his agreeable rides were ended,
and his attendance upon Anna Maria at once suspended by the breath of
public opinion. There was but one way of recovering his former position
at Wetheral, and Lady Wetheral had won the day!
"I think it very extraordinary that I am not to ride with a lady I
like. Do you think, Lady Wetheral, a man is to be blamed if a lady
refuses him, and he should like to propose to another?"
"I should consider a gentleman very weak who pined for a woman's
indifferent heart, Mr. Pynsent," replied her ladyship, turning away to
conceal the triumphant expression of her countenance.
"I am glad you are of my opinion, Lady Wetheral. I was very sorry
Miss Julia refused me, for I thought her a very nice girl, and I was
extremely attached to her; but I saw she did not care about me. Miss
Wetheral is always kind-hearted and polite, and I don't think she
dislikes me. I am sure I don't know, but if I thought she cared for me,
I should like, like very much to--I should like to see Miss Wetheral,
if you please. Do you think, Lady Wetheral, she would let me see her?"
Tom Pynsent became extremely red-faced.
"She would see _you_, I am sure, Mr. Pynsent. Anna Maria said
particularly this morning, 'If Mr. Pynsent calls, I shall see him, but
no other gentleman.' I will ring, and let her know you are here."
There was silence for some minutes; at length her Ladyship rose.
"I make no apology for leaving you a short time alone, Mr. Pynsent. My
daughter will soon take my place, and we shall consider you our guest
for the day. I make no stranger of you. I must attend an appointment
with our bailiff, and their complaints are without end. Sir John often
makes Roberts over to me. Do not let me find you flown upon my return."
"I hope I shall not have occasion to depart, Lady Wetheral," said Tom
Pynsent, struggling for composure.
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