The Widow Barnaby. Vol. 1 (of 3)Trollope, Frances Milton
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The Widow Barnaby. Vol. 1 (of 3)
Trollope, Frances Milton
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Social classes -- England -- Fiction; Widows -- Fiction
"Yes, I know I did," she replied; "but the truth is," ... and she
pressed both her hands upon her heart, and shook her head ... "the thing
is impossible.... You must leave me, indeed!... we shall meet to-night
at the Major's, you know ... farewell!..." and she stretched out her
hand to him with a smile full of tender meaning.
The Captain looked rather puzzled, but fervently pressed her hand, and
saying "_Au revoir_ then!" left the shop. The young lady looked after
him for a moment, and then, turning to Mr. Smith with a look, a sigh,
and a smile not at all likely to be misunderstood, said,--
"I suppose, Mr. Smith, you have heard the news about me?... There never
was such a place for gossip as Silverton."
Mr. Smith smilingly protested he had heard nothing whatever about her,
but added, with very satisfactory significance, that he rather thought
he could guess what the news was, and begged very respectfully to wish
her joy of it.
"You are very kind, Mr. Smith; I am sure it is the last thing I
expected ... so much above me in every way.... And now, Mr. Smith, I
want to speak to you about the things that must be bought. I am sure you
are too neighbourly and too kind to put difficulties in my way. It is a
very different thing now, you know, as to what I buy; and I am sure you
will let me have quite on my own account, and nothing at all to do with
papa, a few things that I want very much at the present moment."
Miss Martha looked so handsome, and the whole affair seemed so clear and
satisfactory, that Mr. Smith, careful tradesman as he was, could not
resist her appeal, and declared he should be happy to serve her with
whatever articles she might choose to purchase.
Her dark eyes sparkled with the triumph of success; she had often felt
her own powers of management swelling within her bosom when she
witnessed the helpless despondency of her father, or listened to the
profitless grumbling of her mother, upon every new pecuniary pressure
that beset them; and it is not wonderful if she now believed more firmly
than ever, that much suffering and embarrassment might very often be
spared, or greatly alleviated, by the judicious exercise of such powers
as she felt conscious of possessing.
As a proof that her judgment was in some measure commensurate with her
skill, she determined not to abuse the present opportunity by
contracting a debt which it would be quite impossible for her father to
pay; so, notwithstanding all the tempting finery with which the
confiding Mr. Smith spread the counter, she restrained her purchases to
such articles as it might really have endangered all their schemes of
future conquest to have been without, and then took her leave, amidst
blushes and smiles, and with many assurances to the gently-facetious
shopkeeper, that let her be where she would, she should never forget his
obliging civility.
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