England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
“Stop this stuff!” said the Captain. “I am not telling you to go; I am
telling you what is your plain duty, the only thing a woman is fit for.
Besides, this young fellow would be of great use to me; it’s your duty
to get hold of him for the good of the family. He might say a good word
for me at the Horse Guards; he might get Law something. I never expected
you would have such a chance. Do you think I want you to go away just
when there’s a chance that you might be of some use? Am I a fool, do
you think? You’ll stay where you are, Lottie Despard! you’ll not go
disgracing your family, governessing, or anything of that sort.”
“Ah!” said Law suddenly, “she’ll wish she had listened to the Signor
now.”
“To the Signor? what of the Signor? is he after her too?” cried the
Captain eagerly. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush; and though
the Signor had no interest with the Horse Guards, he had money, and
might be of use in many ways. Captain Despard’s eyes lighted up. “Whew!”
he whistled. “Lottie! so, my child, you’ve got two strings to your bow?”
Lottie turned upon her brother, whose arm she had been holding with both
her hands. She pushed him, flung him from her with an energy of which
she had not appeared capable, and throwing her head high, looked her
father in the face and walked out of the room. Law, confounded by the
force with which she threw him from her, caught at her angrily as she
passed; but she pulled her dress from his hand, and walked past him with
a contempt that stung him--callous as he was. As for the Captain, he
made no effort to detain her, partly because of his surprise, partly
that he was anxious to have more information about (as he supposed) this
second suitor. She went straight to her own room, while they stood
listening till she had shut the door upon herself and her passion. Then
the Captain ventured to laugh again, but low, not to be heard; for the
look of any creature driven to bay is alarming, and Lottie’s sudden
withdrawal was a relief.
“Whoever gets her will catch a Tartar! eh, Law?” he said. “But now that
she’s gone, let’s hear all about the Signor.”
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