The World Before Them: A Novel. Volume 2 (of 3)Moodie, Susanna
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The World Before Them: A Novel. Volume 2 (of 3)
Moodie, Susanna
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"Thank you, dearest mother, for the permission; I will go, but not
until I have arranged everything for their comfort. And one thing I must
request of you, father, that you never treat me as a servant before
Gilbert's wife."
"Oh, if you mean to take yourself off, Dolly, you may as well go
altogether. Gilbert's wife's a lady; she won't put up with airs from the
like o' you."
"Ah, there it is, father, you are kind enough when we are alone, but the
moment any one comes into the house you treat me as an object of
charity, especially if you think them rich and well-born. But I tell you
candidly that I have too much self-respect to bear it any longer. If you
cannot value my love and faithful services, I have friends who stand as
high in the world's estimation, who do. You may find Gilbert's wife a
woman more to your taste, but she will never be a better daughter to you
than I have been."
"Nobody found fault with you, girl, that you should go off in a tantrum
about naught. It's only just your envy of Gilly's rich wife, that makes
you saucy to me. In course, as my son's wife, she must be a person of
more consequence in the house than ever you can be. It's neither kind
nor grateful o' you to be talking of leaving your mother when she be
unable to help herself."
Mrs. Rushmere cast a pleading look at Dorothy, to take no notice of this
ungracious speech. He had an ugly habit, she often said, of undervaluing
his best friends before strangers which sprang out of an overweening
sense of his own importance, and a wish to exalt himself at the expense
of others.
Dorothy took Mrs. Rushmere's hint, and left the room to prepare for the
arrival of the bridal party. She was vexed with herself for resenting
Mr. Rushmere's coarse speeches, and pressed Lord Wilton's letter which
she had in her bosom, more closely against her heart. While she
possessed the esteem of such men as the Earl, Henry Martin, and Gerard
Fitzmorris, why need she mind the ungenerous sarcasm of an illiterate
man.
Calling Polly, the parish apprentice, to her aid, she set diligently to
work, and before the dinner hour arrived, their united efforts had made
the two chambers fit for the reception of their expected inmates.
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