Part 22 (1/2)
”I--I believe so,--I don't know,” replied f.a.n.n.y, stammering and colouring painfully.
”Not know, f.a.n.n.y Mowbray!” exclaimed Rosalind;--”not know your father's opinion of Mr. Wallace! That is very singular indeed.”
”I mean,” said f.a.n.n.y, struggling to recover her composure, ”that I never heard papa's opinion of him as compared with--with any one else.”
”I do not believe he would have lost by the comparison,” said Rosalind, rising, and walking out of the window.
”Is not that prodigiously rich young lady somewhat of the tiger breed?”
said young Cartwright in a whisper to f.a.n.n.y.
”Miss Torrington is not at all a person of serious notions,” replied f.a.n.n.y; ”and till one is subdued by religion, one is often very quarrelsome.”
”I am sure, serious or not, you would never quarrel with any one,”
whispered Jacob.
”Indeed I should be sorry and ashamed to do so now,” she replied. ”Your father ought to cure us all of such unchristian faults as that.”
”I wish I was like my father!” said Jacob very sentimentally.
”Oh! how glad I am to hear you say that!” said f.a.n.n.y, clasping her hands together. ”I am sure it would make him so happy!”
”I can't say I was thinking of making him happy, Miss f.a.n.n.y: I only meant, that I wished I was like any body that you admire and approve so much.”
”A poor silly motive for wis.h.i.+ng to be like such a father!” replied f.a.n.n.y, blus.h.i.+ng; and leaving her distant place, she established herself at the table on which the tea equipage had just been placed, and busied herself with the tea-cups.
This remove brought her very nearly opposite Mr. Cartwright and the two ladies who were seated beside him, and from this moment the conversation proceeded without any ”asides” whatever.
”At what age, Mr. Cartwright,” said Mrs. Simpson, ”do you think one should begin to instil the doctrine of regeneration into a little girl?”
”Not later than ten, my dear lady. A very quick and forward child might perhaps be led to comprehend it earlier. Eight and three-quarters I have known in a state of the most perfect awakening; but this I hold to be rare.”
”What a spectacle!” exclaimed Miss Richards in a sort of rapture. ”A child of eight and three-quarters! Did it speak its thoughts, Mr.
Cartwright?”
”The case I allude to, my dear young lady, was published. I will bring you the pamphlet. Nothing can be more edifying than the out-breakings of the Spirit through the organs of that chosen little vessel.”
”I hope, Mr. Cartwright, that _I_ shall have the benefit of this dear pamphlet also. Do not forget that I have a little girl exactly eight years three-quarters and six weeks.--I beg your pardon, my dear Louisa, but this must be so much more interesting to me than it can be to you as yet, my dear, that I trust Mr. Cartwright will give me the precedence in point of time. Besides, you know, that as the princ.i.p.al person in the village, I am a little spoiled in such matters. I confess to you, I should feel hurt if I had to wait for this till you had studied it. You have no child, you know.”
”Oh! without doubt, Mrs. Simpson, you ought to have it first,” replied Miss Richards. ”I am certainly not likely as yet to have any one's soul to be anxious about but my own.--Is this blessed child alive, Mr.
Cartwright?”
”In heaven, Miss Louisa,--not on earth. It is the account of its last moments that have been so admirably drawn up by the Reverend Josiah Martin. This gentleman is a particular friend of mine, and I am much interested in the sale of the little work. I will have the pleasure, my dear ladies, of bringing a dozen copies to each of you; and you will give me a very pleasing proof of the pious feeling I so deeply rejoice to see, if you will dispose of them at one s.h.i.+lling each among your friends.”
”I am sure I will try all I can!” said Miss Richards.
”My influence could not be better employed, I am certain, than in forwarding your wishes in all things,” added Mrs. Simpson.
Young Jacob, either in the hope of amus.e.m.e.nt, or of more certainly securing his five s.h.i.+llings, had followed the indignant Rosalind out of the window, and found her refres.h.i.+ng herself by arranging the vagrant tendrils of a beautiful creeping plant outside it.