England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
Law had gone out, and there was nobody to go
with her this time to the Deanery door. But Lottie had no difficulty in
finding an escort: as she came out, looking round her shyly to watch for
a quiet moment when no one was about, Captain Temple came forward, who
lived two doors off, and was passing as she came to the little garden
gate. He was the preux chevalier of all the Chevaliers. He came forward
with a fatherly smile upon his kind face. “You are looking for some one
to go with you,” he said; “your father has gone out. I saw him. Let me
take his place.”
“Oh, thanks! I am going to the Deanery. I thought Law would have waited
for me.”
“Law, like others of his age, has his own concerns to think of,” said
Captain Temple, “but I am used to this kind of work. You have heard of
my girl, Miss Despard?”
“Yes, Captain Temple----.” Lottie, touched suddenly in the sympathetic
sentiment of her own beginning life, looked up at him with wistful eyes.
“She was a pretty creature, like yourself, my dear. My wife and I often
talk of you, and think you like her. She was lost to us before she went
out of the world, and I think it broke her heart--as well as ours. Take
care of the damp grass with your little white shoes.”
“Oh, Captain Temple, do not come with me,” said Lottie, with tears in
her eyes. “I can go very well alone. It is too hard upon you.”
“No--I like it, my dear. My wife cannot talk of it, but I like to talk
of it. You must take care not to marry anyone that will carry you quite
away from your father’s house.”
“As if that would matter! as if papa would care!” Lottie said in her
heart, with a half pity, half envy, of Captain Temple’s lost daughter;
but this was but a superficial feeling in comparison with the great
compassion she had for him. The old Chevalier took her across the road
as tenderly and carefully as if even her little white shoes were worth
caring for. There was a moist brightness about his eyes as he looked at
her pretty figure. “The roses are just what you ought to wear,” he said.
“And whenever you want anyone to take care of you in this way, send for
me; I shall like to do it. Shall I come back for you in case your father
should be late?”
“Oh, Captain Temple, papa never minds! but it is quite easy to get
back,” she said, thinking that perhaps this time _he_----
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