The old vicarage : $b A novelHubback, Mrs. (Catherine-Anne Austen)
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The old vicarage : $b A novel
Hubback, Mrs. (Catherine-Anne Austen)
English fiction -- 19th century
She drew the letters from her work-basket, and gave them to him with
another glance at her father, and a sort of beseeching look at him, as
if deprecating any unnecessary alarm to Mr. Duncan. Charles Huyton
understood her, and seating himself by her side, he quietly read
through the two letters, and returned them; observing――“It was this,
doubtless, that prevented his writing to me lately. I should not
wonder if we were to see him here, before you hear again. He will, of
course, return now.”
She felt grateful to him for the cheerful tone in which he spoke,
although she saw, by the anxious expression of his eyes, that he
participated in her uneasiness on her brother’s account.
“And what are your plans now, Charles?” inquired Mr. Duncan, kindly,
laying his hand on his visitor’s shoulder; “have you made up your mind
to become a useful member of society, a good and hospitable neighbor,
a justice of the peace, or to fill any of the other duties which
country gentlemen ought to attend to?”
“I will place myself in your hands, my dear sir,” replied he, with a
sudden glow over his countenance, which Hilary did not see; “you shall
dictate what my duties are. However, I have indeed made up my mind to
renounce my hermit life at ‘the Ferns;’ and, as a preliminary step,
have persuaded an aunt and cousin of mine to come over to England and
pay me a visit.”
“Indeed! who are they?” inquired Mr. Duncan, with interest.
“Mrs. Fielding was my mother’s sister, and, like her, married an
Englishman. Will you do me the great favor of visiting them, Miss
Duncan?” turning suddenly to Hilary. “I am anxious to give them, my
cousin especially, a favorable impression of England.”
Hilary replied she would be most happy; a sort of wondering feeling
passing through her mind, as to _why_ Mr. Huyton was so desirous to
please his cousin. Perhaps he hoped to persuade her to settle for life
at ‘the Ferns,’ and then how pleasant it would be to have a friend in
his wife; her countenance brightened at the idea; and her manner
became more easy and disengaged toward Charles from that moment.
He seemed readily to fall into his old ways, in every respect, except
such as she might have objected to, and never thought of leaving them
for the rest of the afternoon; taking it as much as a matter of course
that he should remain to tea, as the younger girls did.
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