Part 13 (2/2)
”Yes, madam.”
”Then go to the hut this very evening and tell that girl she must come up here to-morrow morning to see me. I thank you for your zeal in my service, Morris, and will find a way to reward you. And now you may do my errand.”
”Certainly, madam! My duty to you, madam,” said the professor, with a low bow, as he left the room and hurried away to deliver his message to Nora Worth.
”This is very unpleasant,” said the lady. ”But since Hannah has no more prudence than to let a young gentleman visit her sister, I must talk to the poor, ignorant child myself, and warn her that she risks her good name, as well as her peace of mind.”
CHAPTER VII.
MOTHER- AND DAUGHTER-IN-LAW.
Your pardon, n.o.ble lady!
My friends were poor but honest--so is my love; Be not offended, for it hurts him not That he is loved of me. My dearest madam, Let not your hate encounter with my love For loving where _you_ do.
--_Shakspere_.
The poor sisters had just finished their afternoon meal, cleaned their room, and settled themselves to their evening's work. Nora was spinning gayly, Hannah weaving diligently--the whir of Nora's wheel keeping time to the clatter of Hannah's loom, when the latch was lifted and Herman Brudenell, bringing a brace of hares in his hand, entered the hut.
”There, Hannah, those are prime! I just dropped in to leave them, and to say that it is certain my mother leaves for Was.h.i.+ngton on Sat.u.r.day. On Sunday morning I shall bring my wife home; and you, too, Hannah; for if you will not consent to live with us, you must still stop with us until you and Gray are married and ready to go to the West,” he said, throwing the game upon the table, and shaking hands with the sisters. His face was glowing from exercise, and his eyes sparkling with joy.
”Sit down, Mr. Brudenell,” said Hannah hospitably.
The young man hesitated, and a look of droll perplexity pa.s.sed over his face as he said:
”Now don't tempt me, Hannah, my dear; don't ask me to stop this evening; and don't even let me do so if I wish to. You see I promised my mother to be home in time to meet some friends at dinner, and I am late now!
Good-by, sister; good-by, sweet wife! Sunday morning, Mrs. Herman Brudenell, you will take the head of your own table at Brudenell Hall!”
And giving Hannah a cordial shake of the hand, and Nora a warm kiss, he hurried from the hut.
When he had closed the door behind him, the sisters looked at each other.
”Think of it, Hannah! This is Thursday, and he says that he will take us home on Sunday--in three days! Hannah, do you know I never before believed that this would be! I always thought that to be acknowledged as the wife of Herman Brudenell--placed at the head of his establishment, settled in that magnificent house, with superb furniture and splendid dresses, and costly jewels, and carriages, and horses, and servants to attend me, and to be called Mrs. Brudenell of Brudenell Hall, and visited by the old country families--was a great deal too much happiness, and prosperity, and glory for poor me!”
”Do you believe it now?” inquired Hannah thoughtfully.
”Why, yes! now that it draws so near. There is not much that can happen between this and Sunday to prevent it. I said it was only three days--but in fact it is only two, for this is Thursday evening, and he will take us home on Sunday morning; so you see there is only two whole days--Friday and Sat.u.r.day--between this and that!”
”And how do you feel about this great change of fortune? Are you still frightened, though no longer unbelieving?”
”No, indeed!” replied Nora, glancing up at the little looking-gla.s.s that hung immediately opposite to her wheel; ”if I have pleased Herman, who is so fastidious, it is not likely that. I should disgust others. And mind this, too: I pleased Herman in my homespun gown, and when I meet his friends at Brudenell Hall, I shall have all the advantages of splendid dress. No, Hannah, I am no longer incredulous or frightened.
And if ever, when sitting at the head of his table when there is a dinner party, my heart should begin to fail me, I will say to myself: 'I pleased Herman--the n.o.blest of you all,' and then I know my courage will return. But, Hannah, won't people be astonished when they find out that I, poor Nora Worth, am really and truly Mrs. Herman Brudenell! What will they say? What will old Mrs. Jones say? And oh! what will the Miss Mervins say? I should like to see their faces when they hear it! for you know it is reported that Colonel Mervin is to marry Miss Brudenell, and that the two Miss Mervins are secretly pulling caps who shall take Herman! Poor young ladies! won't they be dumfounded when they find out that poor Nora Worth has had him all this time! I wonder how long it will take them to get over the mortification, and also whether they will call to see me. Do you think they will, Hannah?”
”I do not know, my dear. The Mervins hold their heads very high,”
replied the sober elder sister.
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