Wives and Daughters: An Every-Day Story - Page 329/572

"Was Osborne at home?" asked Mr. Gibson. "The Squire said he did

not think he would have come back; but the young fellow is so

uncertain--"

"No, he was still from home." Then Molly blushed all over crimson,

for it suddenly struck her that Osborne was probably with his

wife--that mysterious wife, of whose existence she was cognizant,

but of whom she knew so little, and of whom her father knew nothing.

Mr. Gibson noticed the blush with anxiety. What did it mean? It was

troublesome enough to find that one of the Squire's precious sons

had fallen in love within the prohibited ranks; and what would not

have to be said and done if anything fresh were to come out between

Osborne and Molly? He spoke out at once to relieve himself of this

new apprehension.

"Molly, I was taken by surprise by this affair between Cynthia and

Roger Hamley--if there's anything more on the tapis let me know at

once, honestly and openly. I know it's an awkward question for you to

reply to; but I wouldn't ask it unless I had good reasons." He took

her hand as he spoke. She looked up at him with clear, truthful eyes,

which filled with tears as she spoke. She did not know why the tears

came; perhaps it was because she was not so strong as formerly.

"If you mean that you're afraid that Osborne thinks of me as Roger

thinks of Cynthia, papa, you are quite mistaken. Osborne and I are

friends and nothing more, and never can be anything more. That's all

I can tell you."

"It's quite enough, little one. It's a great relief. I don't want to

have my Molly carried off by any young man just yet; I should miss

her sadly." He could not help saying this in the fulness of his heart

just then, but he was surprised at the effect these few tender words

produced. Molly threw her arms round his neck, and began to sob

bitterly, her head lying on his shoulder. "There, there!" said he,

patting her on the back, and leading her to the sofa, "that will do.

I get quite enough of tears in the day, shed for real causes, not to

want them at home, where, I hope, they are shed for no cause at all.

There's nothing really the matter, is there, my dear?" he continued,

holding her a little away from him that he might look in her face.

She smiled at him through her tears; and he did not see the look of

sadness which returned to her face after he had left her.