Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
Miss Richards coloured, smiled, spoke to Henrietta with very respectful
politeness, and finally followed her friend Mrs. Simpson out of the
room, accompanied by Fanny, who willingly undertook to be their
gentlewoman usher.
"Mr. Cartwright has already made some impression on these fair ladies,
or I am greatly mistaken," said Henrietta. "Did you remark, Miss
Torrington, the effect produced by his name?"
"I did," replied Rosalind, "and my reasonings upon it are very
consolatory; for if he has already found time and inclination to produce
so great effect there, why should we fear that his labours of love here
should prove more dangerous in their tendency?"
"Very true. Nor do I see any reason in the world why the Mowbray is in
greater peril than the Simpson, or the Fanny than the Louisa,--excepting
that one widow is about twenty times richer than the other, and the
little young lady about five hundred times handsomer than the great
one."
At this moment the Mr. Cartwrights, father and son, were seen turning
off from the regular approach to the house, towards the little gate that
opened from the lawn; a friendly and familiar mode of entrance, which
seemed to have become quite habitual to them.
Rosalind, who was the first to perceive them, flew towards the door,
saying, "You must excuse me for running away, Miss Cartwright. I invited
that furbelow widow to stay on purpose to spare me this almost
tête-à-tête meeting. I will seek the ladies and return with them."
"Then so will I too," said Henrietta, hastily following her. "I am by no
means disposed to stand the cross-examination which I know will ensue if
I remain here alone."
The consequence of this movement was, that the vicar and his son
prepared their smiles in vain; for, on entering the drawing-room, sofas
and ottomans, footstools, tables, and chairs, alone greeted them.
Young Cartwright immediately began peeping into the work-boxes and
portfolios which lay on the tables.
"Look here, sir," said he, holding up a caricature of Lord B----m. "Is
not this sinful?"
"Do be quiet, Jacob!--we shall have them here in a moment;--I really
wish I could teach you when your interest is at stake to make the best
of yourself. You know that I should be particularly pleased by your
marrying Miss Torrington; and I do beg, my dear boy, that you will not
suffer your childish spirits to put any difficulties in my way."
"I will become an example unto all men," replied Jacob, shutting up his
eyes and mouth demurely, and placing himself bolt upright upon the
music-stool.
"If you and your sister could but mingle natures a little," said Mr.
Cartwright, "you would both be wonderfully improved. Nothing with which
I am acquainted, however joyous, can ever induce Henrietta to smile; and
nothing, however sad, can prevent your being on the broad grin from
morning to night. However, of the two, I confess I think you are the
most endurable."
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