England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
Here she stopped short with sudden excitement, and looked at him.
Captain Despard was fond of intimating to his humbler friends that he
knew the Commander-in-Chief would send for him some day, indignant with
those whose machinations had made him shelve so valuable an officer for
so long. It seemed possible to Polly that this moment had arrived, and
the idea made her black eyes blaze. She seemed to see him at the head of
an expedition, leading an army, and herself the general’s lady. It did
not occur to Polly that there was no war going on at the moment; that
was a matter of detail; and how should she know anything about war or
peace, a young woman whose knowledge of public manners was limited to
murders and police cases? She let her work fall upon her knee, and there
even ran through her mind a rapid calculation, if he was starting off
directly, how long it would take to get the wedding things ready, or if
she could trust the Wiltings to have them packed and sent after her in
case there should not be time enough to wait.
“No,” the Captain said, with that curl of his lip which expressed his
contempt of the authorities who had so foolishly passed him over. “It is
nothing about the Commander-in-Chief--at least not yet. There will soon
be a means of explaining matters to his Royal Highness which may lead
to----. But we will say nothing on that point for the moment,” he added
grandly, with a wave of his hand. Then he leaned over Polly, and
whispered something which the others tried vainly to hear.
“Oh!” cried Polly, listening intently. At first her interest failed a
little; then she evidently rose to the occasion, put on a fictitious
excitement, clasped her hands, and cried, “Oh, Captain, _that_ at last!”
“Yes--that is what has happened. You may not see all its importance at
the first glance. But it is very important,” said the Captain with
solemnity. “In a domestic point of view--and otherwise. People tell you
interest does not matter now-a-days. Ha! ha!” (Captain Despard laughed
the kind of stage-laugh which may be represented by these
monosyllables.) “Trust one who has been behind the scenes. Interest is
everything--always has been, and always will be. This will probably have
the effect of setting me right at the Horse Guards, which is all that is
necessary. And in the meantime,” he added, with a thoughtful air, “it
will make a great difference in a domestic point of view; it will change
my position in many ways, indeed in every way.”
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