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
There was not a word of remonstrance, though the boy looked very
disconsolate, and began to murmur the moment his father had gone.
Albinia, who had regarded protection at a dentist’s one of the offices
of the head of a family, though dismayed at the task, told Gilbert that
she would come with him in a moment. The girls exclaimed that no one
thought of going with him, and fearing she had put an affront on his
manliness, she asked what he would like, but could get no answer, only
when Lucy scolded him for lingering, he said, ‘I thought _she_ was going
with me.’
‘Amiable,’ thought Albinia, as she ran up to put on her bonnet; ‘but I
suppose toothache puts people out of the pale of civilization. And if he
is thankless, is not that treating me more like a mother?’
Perhaps he had accepted her escort in hopes of deferring the evil hour,
for he seemed discomfited to see her so quickly ready, and not grateful
to his sisters, who hurried them by saying that Mr. Bowles would be gone
out upon his rounds.
Mr. Bowles was amazed at the sight of Mrs. Kendal, and so elaborate in
compliments and assurances that Mrs. Bowles would do herself the honour
of calling, that Albinia, pitying Gilbert, called his attention back.
With him the apothecary was peremptory and facetious. ‘He had expected
that he should soon see him after his papa’s return!’ And with a
‘soon be over,’ he set him down, and Albinia bravely stood a desperate
wringing of her hand at the tug of war. She was glad she had come, for
the boy suffered a good deal, and was faint, and Mr. Bowles pronounced
his mouth in no state for a ride to Tremblam.
‘I must go,’ said Gilbert, as they walked home, ‘I wish papa would
listen to anything.’
‘He would not wish you to hurt yourself.’
‘When papa says a thing--’ began Gilbert.
‘Well, Gilbert, you are quite right, and I hope you don’t think I
mean to teach you disobedience. But I do desire you, on my own
responsibility, not to go and catch an inflammation in your jaw. I’ll
undertake papa.’
Gilbert at once became quite another creature. He discoursed so much,
that she had to make him restore the handkerchief to his mouth; he held
open the gate, showed her a shoal of minnows, and tried to persuade her
to come round the garden before going in, but she clapped her hands
at him, and hunted him back into the warm room, much impressed and
delighted by his implicit obedience to his father. With Lucy and Sophy,
his remaining seemed likewise to make a great sensation; they looked at
Mrs. Kendal and whispered, and were evidently curious as to the result
of her audacity. Albinia, who had grown up with her brother Maurice and
cousin Frederick, was more used to boys than to girls, and was already
more at ease with her son than her daughters.
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