The Young Step-Mother; Or, A Chronicle of MistakesYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Young Step-Mother; Or, A Chronicle of Mistakes
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
Mr. Ferrars was more than ever thankful to be a country parson, and
mused on the retribution that the miasma, fostered by the avarice of the
grandfather and the neglect of the father, had brought on the family.
Dives cannot always scorn Lazarus without suffering even in this life.
Gilbert, in the glory of castle-building, was talking eagerly of the
thorough renovation that should take place, the sweep that should be
made of all the old tenements, and the wide healthy streets and model
cottages that should give a new aspect to the town.
Mr. Kendal prepared for the encounter with Pettilove, and his son begged
to go with him, to which he consented, saying that it was time Gilbert
should have an opinion in a matter that affected him so nearly.
Gilbert’s opinion of the interview was thus announced on his return: ‘If
there ever was a brute in the world, it is that Pettilove!’
‘Then he wont consent to do anything?’
‘No, indeed! Say what my father or I would to him, it was all of not
the slightest use. He smiled, and made little intolerable nods, and
regretted--but there were the settlements, and his late lamented
partner! A parcel of stuff. Not so much as a broken window will he mend!
He says he is not authorized!’
‘Quite true,’ said Mr. Kendal. ‘The man is warranted in his proceedings,
and thinks them his duty, though I believe he has a satisfaction in the
power of thwarting me.’
‘I’m sure he has!’ cried Gilbert. ‘I am sure there was spite in his
grin when he pulled out that horrid old parchment, with the lines a yard
long, and read us out the abominable old crabbed writing, all about
the houses, messuages, and tenements thereupon, and a lot of lawyer’s
jargon. I’m sure I thought it was left to Peter Pettilove himself. And
when I came to understand it, one would have thought it took my father
to be the worst enemy we had in the world, bent on cheating us!’
‘That is the assumption on which settlements are drawn up, Gilbert,’
said his father.
‘Can nothing be done, then?’ said Albinia.
‘Thus much,’ said Mr. Kendal. ‘Pettilove will not object to our putting
the houses somewhat in repair, as, in fact, that will be making a
present to Gilbert; but he will not spend a farthing on them of the
trust, except to hinder their absolute falling, nor will he make any
regulation on the number of lodgers. As to taking them down, that is,
as I always supposed, out of the question, though I think the trustees
might have stretched a point, being certain of both my wishes and
Gilbert’s.’
‘Don’t you think,’ said Mr. Ferrars, looking up from his book, ‘that a
sanatory commission might be got to over-ride Gilbert’s guardian?’
‘My guardian! do not call him so!’ muttered Gilbert.
‘I am afraid,’ said Mr. Kendal, ‘that unless your commission emulated of
Albinia and Dusautoy they would have little perception of the evils. Our
local authorities are obtuse in such matters.’
‘Agitate! agitate!’ murmured Mr. Ferrars, going on with his book.
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