Volume Ii Part 28 (2/2)

Hubbard has been your neighbour for years, even you, Agnes, may have a very mistaken opinion of him; you may have underrated his talents, his strong affections, and energetic character. I was surprised myself to find, what a very agreeable companion he is!”

”I have always believed Mr. James Hubbard a man of kind feelings, as you observe, and a man of good principles; two important points, certainly.”

”I am glad you do him justice. But you are not aware perhaps, what a very pleasant companion he is, where he feels at his ease, and knows that he is understood.”

'That is to say, where he can doze, while another person thinks and talks for him,' thought Miss Agnes.

”The time is fixed I suppose for the wedding, Harriet?” she inquired aloud, with a smile.

”Nearly so, I believe. I told Mr. Hubbard that I should be just as ready to marry him next week, as next year; we agreed that when two persons of our ages had come to an understanding, they might as well settle the matter at once. We shall be married, I fancy, in the morning, in church, with only two or three friends present. I hope, Agnes, that your father and yourself will be with me. You know that I should never have taken this step, if you had not agreed with me in thinking it for the good of my children.”

”Thank you, Harriet; of course we shall be present, if you wish it.”

”Certainly I wish it. I shall always look upon you as my best friends and advisers.”

”Next to Mr. Hubbard, in future,” replied Miss Agnes, smiling.

”When you know him better, you will confess that he deserves a high place in my confidence. You have no idea how much his brother and nieces think of him; but that is no wonder, for they know his good sense, and his companionable qualities. He is really a very agreeable companion, Agnes, for a rational woman; quite a cultivated mind, too.”

Visions of cabbages and turnips rose in Miss Agnes's mind, as the only cultivation ever connected, till now, with Uncle Dozie's name.

”We pa.s.sed last evening charmingly; I read the Lay of the Last Minstrel aloud to him, and he seemed to enjoy it very much,”

continued Mrs. Wyllys.

{”Lay of the Last Minstrel” = long narrative poem (1805) by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)}

'He took a nap, I suppose,' thought Miss Agnes. ”He ought to be well pleased to have a fair lady read aloud to him,” she replied, smiling.

”The better I know him, the more satisfied I am with my choice. I have: found a man upon whom I can depend for support and advice--and one who is at the same time a very pleasant companion. Do you know, he sometimes reminds me of our excellent father,”

This was really going too far, in Miss Agnes's opinion; she quite resented a comparison between Uncle Dozie and Mr. Wyllys. The widow, however, was too much occupied with her own affairs, to notice Miss Agnes's expression.

”I find, indeed, that the whole family are more agreeable than I had supposed; but you rather gave me a prejudice against them.

The young ladies improve on acquaintance, they are pretty, amiable young women; I have seen them quite often since we have been near neighbours. Well, I must leave you, for Mr. Hubbard dines with me to-day. In the mean time, Agnes, I commit my affairs to your hands. Since I did not find your father at home, I shall write to him this evening.”

The ladies parted; and as Mrs. Wyllys pa.s.sed out of the room, she met Elinor.

”Good morning, Elinor,” she said; ”your aunt has news for you, which I would tell you myself if I had time:” then nodding, she left the house, and had soon driven off. ”My dear Aunt, what is this news?” asked Elinor.

Miss Agnes looked a little annoyed, a little mortified, and a little amused.

When the mystery was explained, Elinor's amazement was great.

”It is incredible!” she exclaimed. ”My Aunt Wyllys actually going to marry that prosing, napping Mr. Hubbard; Uncle Dozie!”

”When I remember her husband,” said Miss Agnes, with feeling, ”it does seem incredible; my dear, warm-hearted, handsome, animated brother George!”

”How extraordinary!” said Elinor, who could do nothing but exclaim.

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