The Red Court Farm: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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The Red Court Farm: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)
Wood, Henry, Mrs.
English fiction -- 19th century
"You want to show him what a model place it is," cried Mrs. Chester,
complacently. "Do so, Clara. _He_ will never have such a kitchen in
his house."
Mary Jupp delivered the message to Mr. Lake, who was still at the
table, and peeling a pear for Lady Ellis. The objectionable boy had
disappeared. He came away when he had finished his job, leaving the
two ladies together. Mrs. Chester had hastened in dire wrath after the
other of her mischievous young sons, who was climbing up a prickly
tree, to the detriment of his clothes.
"I had no idea until just now that Mr. Lake was a married man,"
observed Lady Ellis to Mary Jupp, as she leisurely eat her pear.
"No! Then whom did you suppose Mrs. Lake was?"
"I did not suppose anything about it; I did not know she was Mrs.
Lake. Have they been married long?"
"About three years."
"Ah, yes; I think he said so. Any children?"
"There was one. A beautiful little child; but it died. Do you not
think her very lovely? It is so sweet a face!"
Lady Ellis shrugged her shoulders. "She has no style. And she seems as
much wrapt up in her husband as though they had been married
yesterday."
"Why should she not be?" bluntly asked Miss Jupp. "I only hope when I
am married--if ever that's to be--that I and my husband shall be as
happy and united as they are."
"As _she_ is," spoke Lady Ellis. "I would not answer for him."
Mary Jupp felt cross. It occurred to her that somebody might have been
whispering tales about Mr. Lake's nonsensical flirtation with her
sister Rose: and purely innocent nonsense, on both sides, she knew
that to be. "Young Lake is one of those men who cannot live without
flirtation," she observed, "who admire every woman they meet, and take
care to let her know it. His wife can afford to laugh at it, knowing
that his love is exclusively hers."
Lady Ellis drew down the corners of her mouth and coughed a little
cough of mocking disbelief; for which Mary Jupp, upright and
high-principled, could have scolded her for an hour.
"So very old-fashioned, those notions, my dear Miss Jupp. Love!"
"Old-fashioned, are they?" fired Mary.
"A woman hazards more than she perhaps bargains for, when she ties
herself, for better or for worse, to one of these attractive men: but
of course she must put up with the consequences."
"What consequences?" exclaimed Mary Jupp, feeling herself puzzled by
the speech altogether.
"The seeing herself a neglected wife: the seeing others preferred
before her--as she must inevitably do when her own short reign is
over."
"Had you to experience that?" sharply asked Mary Jupp, intending the
question as a sting.
"I!" equably returned Lady Ellis. "My husband had nothing attractive
about him, and was as old as Adam. I spoke of the wives of fascinating
men: others may humdrum on to their graves, and be at peace."
"I don't see what there is to fascinate in young Lake. He is
light-headed and careless, if that means fascination."
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