Miser Farebrother Volume I Part 26
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"If Mr. Cornwall proposes to Phoebe--which he will--and if she accepts him--which she will--and if he speaks to Phoebe's father, and Phoebe's father will not hear of it, what is to be done?"
"My dear child, you are putting a riddle to me."
"What I want to know is," said f.a.n.n.y, very determinedly, "whether, if Phoebe's father refuses his consent, Phoebe ought to marry without it."
She felt that she had achieved a triumph in putting it so clearly.
"Would you marry without ours?" asked Mrs. Lethbridge.
"Mother, be logical, as Fred Cornwall says. Did you not say yourself that the cases are different?"
"Yes, I did," replied the perplexed mother.
"Well, there it is, then," said f.a.n.n.y; and as her mother did not speak, she relentlessly opened another broadside.
"If an honourable gentleman really and truly loves a young lady, and if a young lady really and truly loves him in return, and if they are worthy of each other, and if there is a fair prospect of his getting along in the world in an honourable profession, and of their being truly happy together, ought they not to marry in spite of a miserly hunks of a father?"
"My dear," said Mrs. Lethbridge, "let us drop the subject, and hope for the best."
"Thank you, mother. _We_ know that Phoebe is not happy at home."
"It is so, unfortunately."
"And _we_ know that our home is hers if she should ever be without one."
"Yes, my dear."
"Then, my own dearest mother," said f.a.n.n.y, putting her arms round the good mother's neck and showering kisses upon her, "there is nothing more to be said."
CHAPTER XVIII.
MRS. PAMFLETT DEVELOPS A SUDDEN AFFECTION FOR PHOEBE.
Uncle Leth's day-dream was not realized--but then his day-dreams never were. When he and his family, travelling third-cla.s.s, reached the station for Parksides, there was no Miser Farebrother to receive them with open arms and a carriage. Phoebe was there, and that was quite as good--almost more than they expected. She was a favourite with the station-master and ticket-takers, who always admitted her to the platform, whether the gates were closed or not; and the Lethbridges, looking out of the window, saw her waving her handkerchief to them, and running along the platform, the moment they were in sight. Then there was such a kissing and hugging as made the hearts of the unenvious ones glad to witness, and the mouths of the envious ones to water, wis.h.i.+ng they had a free ticket to partic.i.p.ate in an entertainment so delightful.
"It _is_ good of you to come and meet us," said f.a.n.n.y. "I was wondering all the way whether you would."
"I did not know whether I should be able," said Phoebe, in a flutter of excitement; "but Mrs. Pamflett has been very kind. I hardly liked to ask her to help me with the tea; but she came and offered of her own accord, and said perhaps I would like to go and meet my friends. So here I am."
Mr. Lethbridge opened his ears upon mention of Mrs. Pamflett, and he was glad to hear so good an account of her. An act of thoughtfulness and good-nature from her was a guarantee for her son, who had discounted his acceptance for three hundred pounds for the dramatic author and Kiss.
They had all brought modest birthday presents for Phoebe, which they handed to her at once, with flowers and kisses and the best of affectionate wishes. Bob was in the seventh heaven in consequence of being allowed a share in the kissing business.
"I did not have time to write to you last night," whispered f.a.n.n.y to Phoebe. "He has come home, and had tea with us. He is looking so well!
brown, and handsomer than ever. What a perfectly lovely day!"
They walked to Parksides, expressing pleasure at everything--at the weather, at the scenery, at the pretty village, at the children, at the cottages, at the church--all of which, it seemed to the little party, had put on a holiday garb in honour of Phoebe. The flowers were brighter, the sunlight clearer, the birds sang more sweetly, as they walked and talked, each of the Lethbridges claiming a share in Phoebe's society, and each obtaining it. Now with Bob, now with f.a.n.n.y, now with Aunt Leth, now with Uncle--she ran from one to another, chatting gaily, and bursting out into s.n.a.t.c.hes of song. It was her day, her very own--a day of suns.h.i.+ne without and within.
Mrs. Pamflett's amiability needs a word of explanation. The conversation she had had with her son Jeremiah had opened her eyes as to his intentions; and both to please him and to win Phoebe's favour she had offered to a.s.sist the young girl. But for Jeremiah's sake she would not have dreamt of such a thing. She had lain awake half the night thinking of the conversation, and she had come to the conclusion that it would be a fine match for Jeremiah. Much as she had disliked Phoebe, she admired her son for his ambition. Miser Farebrother's "aching of bones" was growing worse every week, every day; suffering as he did, it would soon be impossible for him to give any personal attention to his business in London. No one understood it, no one could attend to it, but Jeremiah. What, then, was more feasible than Jeremiah's scheme of becoming Miser Farebrother's son-in-law? "To think," she mused in the night, "that it never entered my mind! But Jeremiah's got a head on him. He will be a millionaire, and I shall be a lady!" The idea of a repulse--that Phoebe would not think Jeremiah good enough for her--never occurred to Mrs. Pamflett; if it had, she would have rejected it with scorn. What! her son, her bright boy--handsome, shrewd, and clever--not good enough for the best lady in the land! A little chit like Phoebe might consider herself lucky that such a man as Jeremiah should condescend to her. "I can't, for the life of me, see," she mused, "why Jeremiah should be so taken with her; but there's no accounting for a man's fancies. And then he said he wasn't particular. Ah! Jeremiah knows what he's about." All her hopes, all her desires, all her ambitions, being centred in her bright boy, she determined to a.s.sist him by every means in her power. She commenced the next morning, on this happy birthday, and, to Phoebe's surprise, wished her a happy birthday and many returns of them, and offered to relieve the young girl of all responsibility in the preparing of the tea for her friends. Phoebe met her advances gladly. On such a day no suspicion of sinister motives could occur to a nature so sweet, so pure, so innocent; and when Mrs. Pamflett asked her to accept a brooch, she received it with a pleasant feeling of grat.i.tude. "It is an old brooch," Mrs. Pamflett said, "a memento; and although it is not very valuable, it comes from my heart." There was a certain literal truth in this, because the brooch was one which Mrs. Pamflett was in the habit of wearing; it might not have been considered a very suitable gift for a young girl like Phoebe, as it contained a lock of some dead-and-gone person's hair, arranged as a feather or a curl over a tombstone. Once upon a time it doubtless had a meaning, and might have brought a light of joy or sorrow to special human eyes; but the memories which sanctified it being deader than the deadest ghost that superst.i.tion could conjure up, it certainly could not be considered a suitable gift for Phoebe. Its fatal meaning for her lay in the future.
When Mrs. Pamflett said to Phoebe that perhaps she would like to go and meet her friends at the railway station, she thought it likely that Jeremiah would be in the train. He had not told her by which train he was coming, and her desire was to give him an opportunity of walking home with Phoebe. She did not betray herself when she saw Phoebe return in the company of the Lethbridges and without Jeremiah. She possessed a gift invaluable to sly, secretive natures--the gift of absolute self-repression. Phoebe introduced Mrs. Pamflett to her friends. Aunt Leth was already acquainted with her, and was astonished at the graciousness and amiability of the housekeeper, her previous experience of her having been quite the reverse. Uncle Leth nodded and said, "How d'ye do?" but f.a.n.n.y was rather stiff--"uppish," as Mrs. Pamflett subsequently told her son.
"Tea will not be ready for half an hour or so," said Mrs. Pamflett, aside, to Phoebe. "I have set it upstairs in your favourite room."
"O," was Phoebe's delighted rejoinder, "how kind of you!"
"I want you to love me," said Mrs. Pamflett. "If you find that my only wish is to please you, perhaps you will."
"Indeed I will," said Phoebe; and thought, "Perhaps my father will love me too."
She asked the Lethbridges to wait a moment or two, and she went to her father's room.
"Aunt and uncle are here, and my cousins."
"What has that to do with me?" he asked.
"May they come up and see you, father?"
"No," he replied; "I can't be bothered. They wish to see me as little as I wish to see them."
While this last question was being asked and answered, Mrs. Pamflett entered the room.
"I think you should see them, sir," she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"As a mark of politeness," said Mrs. Pamflett. "Mr. Lethbridge and your nephew and niece have never been here before, and they might think it rude of you."
"Do I care if they do?" he snarled.
"It is not that," she answered, calmly, "but it is Miss Phoebe's birthday."
"Mrs. Pamflett is very kind," said Phoebe, nervously, "but if you don't wish, father----"
"I wish to do what is right," he said, very coolly, as was his habit when he was opposed.
"We all know that," said Mrs. Pamflett, in a voice as composed as his own. "You always do what is right. Mr. and Mrs. Lethbridge and their children are going to have tea with Miss Phoebe in honour of her birthday, and I have been getting it ready, and am going to wait on them. You ought to join them. I have set a chair for you at the head of the table."
"Oh, father, if you would!" implored Phoebe, clasping her hands.
"You wish it?" he asked of her, but not removing his eyes from Mrs.
Pamflett's face.
"Yes, father. If you would only be so good!"
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