Clergy -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
She had already got into trouble with Lucy
about this unlucky brother, and unconsciously, in her story, she took
an air of defence. "I should have thought better of Mr Wentworth if he
had not tried to throw the guilt on another," said the perplexed
woman. "Oh, Lucy dear, between two people it is so hard to know what
to do."
"I know what I shall do," said Lucy, promptly; but she would not
further explain herself. She was, however, quite roused up out of 'In
Memoriam.' She went to her desk and drew out some of the paper deeply
edged with black, which announced before words its tale of grief to
all her correspondents. It was with some alarm that Miss Wodehouse
awaited this letter, which was placed before her as soon as finished.
This was what, as soon as she knew the story, Lucy's prompt and
generous spirit said:--
"DEAR MR WENTWORTH,--We have just heard of the vexations you have been
suffering, to our great indignation and distress. Some people may
think it is a matter with which I have no business to interfere; but I
cannot have you think for a moment, that we, to whom you have been so
kind, could put the slightest faith in any such accusations against
you. We are not of much consequence, but we are two women, to whom any
such evil would be a horror. If it is any one connected with us who
has brought you into this painful position, it gives us the more
reason to be indignant and angry. I know now what you meant about the
will. If it was to do over again, I should do just the same; but for
all that, I understand now what you meant. I understand, also, how
much we owe to you, of which, up to yesterday, I was totally unaware.
You ought never to have been asked to take our burden upon your
shoulders. I suppose you ought not to have done it; but all the same,
thank you with all my heart. I don't suppose we ever can do anything
for you to show our gratitude; and indeed I do not believe in paying
back. But in the mean time, thank you--and don't, from any
consideration for us, suffer a stain which belongs to another to rest
upon yourself. You are a clergyman, and your reputation must be clear.
Pardon me for saying so, as if I were qualified to advise you; but it
would be terrible to think that you were suffering such an injury out
of consideration for us.--Gratefully and truly yours,
"LUCY WODEHOUSE."
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