Volume Ii Part 2 (2/2)
”Whisht, mother! and don't speak French. You are taking away the girl's character without knowing it.”
”She deserves it, and more. To trifle with a Deputy Minister, and have a sweetheart without telling her mother! I never heard the like. Ye're well quit o' her, Peter.”
”I never had her. She would not look at me.”
”Set her up! But it will be my duty to say a quiet word to Mrs Naylor, and enlighten her about her daughter's ongoings. It'll be good for the hizzy, and a warning to her not to make use of gentlemen of poseetion to serve her underhand ends.”
”You won't, mother. It is no concern of yours. We know nothing about the Naylors' affairs. Let them settle their own hash.”
”I cannot but let a mother know about her daughter's ongoings. And oh, but she's fond of her! It will stab her to the heart. But it may be blessed to herself, for she's inclined to be rather high sometimes.
It's time she was learning a little humeelity.”
”If you do, you'll disgrace me. People will say it was because she would not look at me that I went and betrayed the girl's meeting her lover, out of pure spite. Her uncle was there, besides, so it is no concern of ours. And again, I do not want her.”
”Of course not. But to think she would go walking away with you before everybody, and laughing at you in her sleeve, to keep tryst with another man! My blood just biles to think of it. I'd like to nip her ears for her. But see if I don't give her a bit of my mind ere all's done.”
”If you do, mother----”
”Now, don't be clenchin' your fists at me, you unnatural boy. Just your father over again. And a dour, cantankerous, wrongheaded gowk he always was. He'd go out in the world and let them just trample on him, and then he'd come home to his poor sufferin' wife, and play the roaring lion. But he'd play another tune now, I warrant, if he could get me back again. He'd be glad enough to have me, now he has to do without me. And so with you, Peter, when you see me laid out stiff in my coffin, ye'll be wis.h.i.+n' ye had used me better. Ah, my bonny man, ye'll be wis.h.i.+n', when it's too late, ye had behaved different to your fond old mother!” which was pathetic, and caused the speaker to wipe her eyes. The effect on her son was different.
”I wish you would let the old man alone,” he said. ”It would sound better. n.o.body knows anything about him here, and need not, if you will but hold your tongue. Some day you will forget yourself; there will be a was.h.i.+ng of our family linen held in public, and n.o.body will think the more of either you or me. As for the young lady, unless you will promise to say nothing either to her or her mother, we pack up everything tonight, and back we go to Canada to-morrow morning.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
”POOR SUSAN!”
The subject of the foregoing discussion stole quickly and quietly up to her room, unconscious of the angry pa.s.sions she had unwittingly aroused, intending to remain there till the people returned from church, when she would meet her mother surrounded by strangers, and so avoid the bad quarter of an hour which her conscience told her she ought to expect. She had scarcely removed her hat, however, when the door opened and her mother appeared, wearing a smile in which curious impatience mingled with complacent certainty. The worthy lady had very little doubt as to what she was going to be told, and was already congratulating herself on her good management and good luck combined.
”Good morning, mamma. How anxious you must have been! Did you think I was lost? But, to be sure, uncle Joseph's being in the same predicament would keep your mind at ease.”
Margaret had run forward to embrace her mother effusively, and was speaking with unusual vivacity. There was so much to tell and so much to leave untold, without hesitancy, which might betray that aught was being kept back. She did not know how she was to manage, and like other timid things when they find there is no escape, she rushed at the danger as if she could encounter and overbear it. Anything seemed preferable to expectancy, cowering and waiting to be fallen upon and devoured.
Her mother submitted to be kissed. It was the morning routine-observance between her and her girls, but she had not patience for prolonged embraces on the present occasion.
”Tell me,” she said, as soon as she could free herself from the importunate endearments; ”has he proposed?”
”I almost think he has, to judge from his manner; and he looks so happy.”
”You think? You do not know? Come, that is too ridiculous! What did he say?”
”I do not know what he said.”
”You don't? And you call yourself a grown-up girl?... That I should be mother to such an _ingenue_!... You must be a fool!”
”You do not imagine he would propose in open meeting, do you? I only infer from her affectionateness to me when we were alone together last night.... We slept in a fisherman's hut.... But she did not exactly tell me anything.... And then he was so awfully attentive to her this morning; ... and they seemed to understand each other so perfectly, although both were rather quiet, and not particularly good company for the rest of us.”
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