The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- History -- 1800-1837 -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
At this moment her stepmother appeared with a tray at the door, and
seeing Henderson, endeavored to retire unobserved, but his quick eye
had already detected her, and he cried out, “Come here,--ye canna do
too much honor to a young leddy who has such a vara profound esteem
for hersel'! Cake and wine! my faith! No but ye 'll deem it vara vulgar
fare, after the dainties ye hae been used to! And yet, lassie, these are
nae the habits here!”
“She has eaten nothing to-day!” meekly observed her stepmother.
“My fayther wad hae askit her hoo much has she earned the day?” said
Henderson, severely.
“You are quite right, sir,” broke in Kate,--“I have earned nothing. Not
just yet,” added she, as her stepmother pressed a glass of wine on her
acceptance; “a little later, perhaps. I have no appetite now.”
“Are ye sae stupid, ma'am, that ye canna see ye are dealin' wi' a fine
leddy, wha is no obleeged to hae the same mind twa minutes thegither?
Ye 'll hae to train wee Janet to be a' ready for whate'er caprice is
uppermost. But mine me, lassie,”--here he turned a look of stern meaning
towards her,--“ye hae tried for mony a lang day to subdue _me_ to your
whims and fancies, as they tell me ye hae done wi' sae mony others, and
ye are just as far fra it noo as the first time ye tried it. Ye canna
cheat nor cajole _me! I_ know ye!” And with these words, uttered in a
tone of intense passion, he slowly walked out of the room.
“Had he been angry with you?--had anything occurred before I came in?”
asked her stepmother.
“Very little,” sighed Kate, wearily. “He was asking me why I came here,
I believe. I could scarcely tell him; perhaps I don't very well know,
myself.”
“He can't get it out of his head,” said the other, in a low, stealthy
whisper, “that, if you should leave Lady Dorothea, he will be turned
away out of the stewardship. He is always saying it,--he repeats it even
in his dreams. But for that, he 'd not have met you so--so--unkindly.”
Kate pressed her hand affectionately, and smiled a thankful
acknowledgment of this speech. “And the cottage,” said she, rallying
suddenly, “is about three miles off?”
“Not more. But you could scarcely walk there and back again. Besides, it
is already growing late, and you have no chance of seeing Miss Mary if
you 're not there by breakfast-time, since, when she comes home of an
evening, she admits no one. She reads or studies, I believe, all the
evening.”
“I think she'd see me,” said Kate; “I should have so much to tell her
about her friends. I 'm sure she 'd see _me_,--at least, I'll try.”
“But you'll eat something,--you 'll at least drink a glass of wine
before you set out?”
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