Wives and Daughters: An Every-Day Story - Page 520/572

"Ah, Molly," said she, "it's really wonderful to see what a little

good society will do for a girl. Even a week of association with such

people as one meets with at the Towers is, as somebody said of a

lady of rank whose name I have forgotten, 'a polite education in

itself.' There is something quite different about you--a _je ne

sais quoi_--that would tell me at once that you have been mingling

with the aristocracy. With all her charms, it was what my darling

Cynthia wanted; not that Mr. Henderson thought so, for a more devoted

lover can hardly be conceived. He absolutely bought her a parure of

diamonds. I was obliged to say to him that I had studied to preserve

her simplicity of taste, and that he must not corrupt her with too

much luxury. But I was rather disappointed at their going off without

a maid. It was the one blemish in the arrangements--the spot in the

sun. Dear Cynthia, when I think of her, I do assure you, Molly, I

make it my nightly prayer that I may be able to find you just such

another husband. And all this time you have never told me who you met

at the Towers?"

Molly ran over a list of names. Roger Hamley's came last.

"Upon my word! That young man is pushing his way up!"

"The Hamleys are a far older family than the Cumnors," said Molly,

flushing up.

"Now, Molly, I can't have you democratic. Rank is a great

distinction. It is quite enough to have dear papa with democratic

tendencies. But we won't begin to quarrel. Now that you and I are

left alone, we ought to be bosom friends, and I hope we shall be.

Roger Hamley did not say much about that unfortunate little Osborne

Hamley, I suppose?"

"On the contrary, he says his father dotes on the child; and he

seemed very proud of him, himself."

"I thought the Squire must be getting very much infatuated with

something. I daresay the French mother takes care of that. Why! he

has scarcely taken any notice of you for this month or more, and

before that you were everything."

It was about six weeks since Cynthia's engagement had become publicly

known, and that might have had something to do with the Squire's

desertion, Molly thought. But she said,--

"The Squire has sent me an invitation to go and stay there next week

if you have no objection, mamma. They seem to want a companion for

Mrs. Osborne Hamley, who is not very strong."

"I can hardly tell what to say,--I don't like your having to

associate with a Frenchwoman of doubtful rank; and I can't bear the

thought of losing my child--my only daughter now. I did ask Helen

Kirkpatrick, but she can't come for some time; and the house is going

to be altered. Papa has consented to build me another room at last,

for Cynthia and Mr. Henderson will, of course, come and see us;

we shall have many more visitors, I expect, and your bedroom will

make a capital lumber-room; and Maria wants a week's holiday. I am

always so unwilling to put any obstacles in the way of any one's

pleasure,--weakly unwilling, I believe,--but it certainly would be

very convenient to have you out of the house for a few days; so, for

once, I will waive my own wish for your companionship, and plead your

cause with papa."