It is a pretty house, far more cheerful than the
Lodge; and our tenants are just leaving, and they have kept the furniture
in the best of order--the nice furniture that dear Arnold gave us, you
know. Even if he does want us to leave the Lodge, it is quite natural. I
always said so. And we shall only be a mile away, and can have the
children to spend long days with us, and--"
Simple Aunt Maria, in her hasty jumping at conclusions, had effected
more than she thought of--more harm and more good.
"I assure you, Maria," said Dr. Grey with a look of sudden relief, which
he tried hard--good man!--to conceal, "it never was my intention to
suggest your leaving but since you have suggested it--"
"I will go," interrupted Miss Gascoigne. "Say not another word; we
will go. I will not stay to be insulted here; I will return to my own
house--my own poor humble cottage, where at least I can live
independent and at peace--yes, Dr. Grey, I will, however you may try
to prevent me."
"I do not prevent you. On the contrary, I consider it would be an
excellent plan, and you have my full consent to execute it whenever
you choose."
This quiet taking of her at her word--this brief, determined, and
masculine manner of settling what she had no intention of doing unless
driven to it through a series of feminine arguments, contentions, and
storms, was quite too much for Miss Gascoigne.
Pages:
189
190
191
192
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213