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Wives and Daughters

Wives and Daughters

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Chapter I The Dawn of a Gala Day

Word Count: 3728    |    Released on: 17/11/2017

, and in that room there was a bed, and in that bed there lay a little girl; wide awake and longing to get up, but not daring to do so for fear of the unseen power in the next room - a

rly as it was, the room was f

nderneath it had been a flimsy fabric of gauze and lace and flowers, it would have been altogether 'scromfished' (again to quote from Betty's vocabulary). But the bonnet was made of solid straw, and its only trimming was a plain white ribbon put over the crown, and forming the strings.

e pledge of the gay bright day to come. Then to the window, and after some tugging she opened the casement, and let in the sweet morning air. The dew was already off the flowers in the garden below, but still rising from the long hay-grass in the meadows directly beyond. At one side lay

town were very simple, and Molly had lived for twelve long years without the occurrence of any event so great as that which was now impending. Poor child! it is true that she had lost her mother, which was a jar to the whole tenour of her l

deal of liberal talk took place occasionally between two or three of the more enlightened freeholders living in Hollingford; and there was a great Tory family in the county who, from time to time, came forward and contested the election with the rival Whig family of Cumnor. One would have thought that the above-mentioned liberal-talking inhabitants would have, at least, admitted the possibility of their voting for the Hely–Harrison, and thus trying to vindicate their ind

umnor was a forbearing landlord; putting his steward a little on one side sometimes, and taking the reins into his own hands now and then, much to the annoyance of the agent, who was, in fact, too rich and independent to care greatly for preserving a post where his decisions might any day be overturned by my lord's taking a fancy to go 'pottering' (as the agent irreverently expressed it in the sanctuary of his own home), which, being interpreted, meant that occasionally the earl asked his own questions of his own tenants, and used his own eyes and ears in the management of the smaller details of his property. But his tenants liked my lord all the better for this habit of his. Lord Cumnor had certainly a little time for gossip, which he contrived to combine with the failing of personal intervention

r, when with much gracious and stately hospitality, Lady Cumnor and her daughters received all the school visitors at the Towers, the great family mansion standing in aristocratic seclusion in the centre of the large park, of which one of the lodges was close to the little town. The order of this annual festivity was this. About ten o'clock one of the Towers' carriages rolled through the lodge, and drove to different houses, wherein dwelt a woman to be honoured; picking them up by ones or twos, till the loaded carriage drove back again through the ready portals, bowled along the smooth tree-shaded road, and deposited its covey of smartly-dressed ladies on the great flight of steps leading to the ponderous doors of Cumnor Towers. Back again to the town; another picking up of womankind in their best clothes, and another return, and so on till the whol

ng out of the farm-house my lord was entering; and having some small question to ask the surgeon (Lord Cumnor seldom passed any one of his acquaintance without asking a question of some sort - not always attending to the answer; it was his mode of conversation), he accompanied Mr. Gibson to the out-building, to a ring in the wall of which the s

anks, who is a hardish man of business. What's his complaint? You'll come to our school-scrimmage on Thursday, little girl - what's-your-name? Mind you send her, or bring her, Gibson; and just give a word to your groom, for I'm sure that pon

did not speak for some time. Then she said, 'May I g

, wakening up out of his

ow. That gentleman' (she was shy of

ather a tiresome piece of gaiety - rather a tiring day, I

said Molly r

to go then

you know. Don't you think I

hink we can manage it, if y

lent again. By-an

wish to go - but I

uble to get you there. I can easily manage it, however, so you may consider it settled. You'll want

umnor's invitation to Molly. He chose his time, with a little natural diplomacy; which, indeed, he had often to exercise in his intercourse with the great family. He rode into the stable-yard about twelve o'clock, a little before luncheon-time, and yet after the worry of opening the post-bag and discussing its contents was over. After he had put up his horse, he went in by the back-way to the house; the 'House' on this si

portunity of bringing Lady Agnes the plant I w

ma, look! this is the Drosera rotun

ne comes down for a fortnight of quiet, at Whitsuntide, and leaves half one's establishment in town, and as soon as people know of our being here, we get letters without end, longing for a breath of country air, or saying how lov

Friday the 18th,' said Lady

ver the school visitors' affair. B

s-trees Farm yesterday, and he was kind enough to ask my little daughter, who was with me, to be one of the pa

azingly hospitable! Not but what the little girl will be quite welcome; only, you see

e school, mamma,'

e was another, he must needs ask her; so the carriage will have to go backwards and forwards four times now to fetch them all. So your daughter can come quite easily, Mr. Gibson, and

fter him, 'Oh! by-the-bye, Clare is here; you remember

peated, in a b

verness,' said Lady Agnes. 'About twelve or four

the scarlet fever here; a very pretty del

nd became a stupid Mrs. Kirkpatrick; but we always kept on calling her 'Clare.' And now he's dead, and left her a widow, and she is staying here; and we are racking our brai

top today. I have a long round to go; I've

arrange about Molly's accompanying them to the Towers. They were tall handsome women,

ave her with us. You should never have thought of as

s many a time; but somehow, though my name has been down on the visitors' list these three years, the countess has never named m

e when she didn't see Phoebe among the school visitors; but Phoebe has got a delicate mind, you see Mr. Gibson, and for all I could say she wouldn't go, but stopped here at home; and i

hoebe; 'but for all that, I think I was right in stopping

ou see you are going this ye

beating against the window-panes. 'Goodness me!' said I to myself, 'whatever will become of sister's white satin shoes, if she has to walk about on soppy grass after such rain

,' said Miss Browning. 'We could perhaps lend her

p according to their fancy; he esteemed his old servant Betty's as the more correct, because the more simple. Miss Browning had just a shade of annoyance in her tone as she dr

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1 Chapter I The Dawn of a Gala Day2 Chapter II A Novice Amongst the Great Folk3 Chapter III Molly Gibson's Childhood4 Chapter IV Mr Gibson's Neighbours5 Chapter V Calf-Love6 Chapter VI A Visit to the Hamleys7 Chapter VII Foreshadows of Love Perils8 Chapter VIII Drifting into Danger9 Chapter IX The Widower and the Widow10 Chapter X A Crisis11 Chapter XI Making Friendship12 Chapter XII Preparing for the Wedding13 Chapter XIII Molly Gibson's New Friends14 Chapter XIV Molly Finds Herself Patronized15 Chapter XV The New Mamma16 Chapter XVI The Bride at Home17 Chapter XVII Trouble at Hamley Hall18 Chapter XVIII Mr Osborne's Secret19 Chapter XIX Cynthia's Arrival20 Chapter XX Mrs Gibson's Visitors21 Chapter XXI The Half-Sisters22 Chapter XXII The Old Squire's Troubles23 Chapter XXIII Osborne Hamley Reviews His Position24 Chapter XXIV Mrs Gibson's Little Dinner25 Chapter XXV Hollingford in a Bustle26 Chapter XXVI A Charity Ball27 Chapter XXVII Father and Sons28 Chapter XXVIII Rivalry29 Chapter XXIX Bush-Fighting30 Chapter XXX Old Ways and New Ways31 Chapter XXXI A Passive Coquette32 Chapter XXXII Coming Events33 Chapter XXXIII Brightening Prospects34 Chapter XXXIV A Lover's Mistake35 Chapter XXXV The Mother's Manoeuvre36 Chapter XXXVI Domestic Diplomacy37 Chapter XXXVII A Fluke, and what Came of it38 Chapter XXXVIII Mr Kirkpatrick, Q.c39 Chapter XXXIX Secret Thoughts Ooze Out40 Chapter XL Molly Gibson Breathes Freely41 Chapter XLI Gathering Clouds42 Chapter XLII The Storm Bursts43 Chapter XLIII Cynthia's Confession44 Chapter XLIV Molly Gibson to the Rescue45 Chapter XLV Confidences46 Chapter XLVI Hollingford Gossips47 Chapter XLVII Scandal and its Victims48 Chapter XLVIII An Innocent Culprit49 Chapter XLIX Molly Gibson Finds a Champion50 Chapter L Cynthia at Bay51 Chapter LI 'Troubles Never Come Alone'52 Chapter LII Squire Hamley's Sorrow53 Chapter LIII Unlooked-For Arrivals54 Chapter LIV Molly Gibson's Worth is Discovered55 Chapter LV An Absent Lover Returns56 Chapter LVI 'Off with the Old Love, and on with the New.'57 Chapter LVII Bridal Visits and Adieux58 Chapter LVIII Reviving Hopes and Brightening Prospects59 Chapter LIX Molly Gibson at Hamley Hall60 Chapter LX Roger Hamley's Confession