Phoebe, Junior

, you know, has its temptations. You can't expect a man with so much money and so many people under him to have the sa

"but he has no right, that I can th

have divided his attentions more equally, we must admit, and his father was annoyed-for the moment. I h

thing could have been nicer. He went even out of his way to send, as it were, a kind message to Ph?be. 'I needn't ask if Miss Ph?be enjoyed hersel

the leading member. It was he who was the best judge as to what he had a right to be annoyed about. The family party were in Mr. Beecham's study, where the large bust of Mr. Copperhead stood on t

nly, "what is to be done, my dear,

said nothing; but it was easy to perceive by the erectness of her shoulders, an

able as he was, his attention to his woman-kind was an encroachment upon time which might be more usefully employed. But this was a ser

le matter of family devotion. Of course if I had no other ties, nor other duti

eech, "it is clear that I cannot do what I wish. I have you to think of, my dear, and the children, and the duties of my position. On the other hand, of course I could not wish, as poor mamma's only daughter, to have my sister-in-law called in. She is not the kind of person; she is underbr

n't suppose she would," said Mr

to my very face, and after that what have we to expect? It's us that are Tozers," she said; "as for y

e pastor, with some solemnity. "I don't see how you

ng, that woman is. To have her in the same town is bad enough, but in the same house nursing poor mamma! You and I would never see a penny of the m

n is most difficult," he said, "I see it all. It is easy to see it for that matter, but to decide wha

rove us out, and envy would bring me to the grave. I don't deceive myself, that is wha

suddenly; "if grandmamma is ill, and you are

nation, yet with admiring looks. Then they looked at each other consulting, alarmed. "You!" said

composure. "And there is nothing to keep me from going. I almost think I should

ng up, and going to her hastily. She gave her a kiss of maternal enthusiasm, and

t find many things different from what you are used to. You

ained stationary, while the younger ones had made such advances; but still she did not like to hear her husband criticize her father. What there was to be said, she preferred to say herself. "Yes, yes," she said, "Ph?be knows there is a dif

er in after-life, and of course no one can tell what may happen, but in the mean time there is nothing of the sort in my mind-nor in any

ozer, who was only a butterman at Carlingford, presented all the appearance of an old Dissenting minister out of it-old-fashioned, not very refined perhaps, as Mrs. Beecham allowed, but very kind, and the most doting of grandfathers. The wisp of white neckcloth round his neck, and his black coat, and a certain unction of manner all favoured the idea. Theoretically, the young people knew it was not so, but the impression on their imagination was to this effect. Mrs. Tozer was only "grandmamma." She was kind too, and if rather gorgeo

ensible girl-" said her

as if I were sensible," said Ph?be. "I know well enough that

. To be sure," she added, turning to her husband, "it is only Tom that has the busin

st not be disagreeable to any one. We must make up our m

ou never knew, nor any one breathing-the looks they gave me, the things they kept saying, the little nods at one another every time I passed! Was it my fault that I was better educated, and more refined like, than they

It was very kind. A young pastor expects it in a new place; a

gs I did to please them! Thank Heaven, they know the difference now; but if t

are talking of. I hope I know what a pastor's daughter owes to hersel

age them if any one could,"

. It was, I think, one of the volumes of Mr. Stuart Mill's "Dissertations." Ph?be was not above reading novels or other light litera

she had felt it. As a matter of fact, I think it very doubtful whether Ph?be Tozer had felt anything of the kind; but she thought so now; and then it was a fact that she was born Ph?be Tozer, and was used to that life, whereas Ph?be Beecham had no such knowledge. She had never been aware of the limitations of a small Dissenting community in a small town, and though she knew how much the Crescent congregation thought of a stray millionnaire like Mr. Copperhead (a thing which seemed too natural to Miss Beecham to leave any room for remark), her m

don't like even to hear your papa say anything about dear old grandpapa. He is my own, and I ought to stand up for him; but even with grandpapa, you will have a great deal to put up with.

l afraid, I ass

lways let you know that-and that it is far finer to elevate yourself than to be born to a good position. But when you se

o long as an occupation is honest and honourable, and you can do your duty in it, what does

speak, above our station; but she is not at all above it. She is just adapted for it; and I don't think she would suit you in the least. So except just for a formal call, I don't think you need go there, and even that only if grandmamma can spare you. You must be c

be, calmly; "I shall be able to keep t

ing that my child is stuck up! Oh! nothing would please them more than to be able to find out something against my child. When you have apparently bel

oism, which was exhilarating, though serious. She thought of what she would have to "put up with," as of something much more solemn than the reality; more solemn, but alas! not so troublesome. Ph?be felt herself something like a Joan of Arc as she packed her clothes and made her preparations. She was going among barbarians, a set of people who would not understand her, probably, and whom she would have to "put up with." But wha

Ph?be-and I dare be sworn there is not one of them like her, not even among the quality! I mean," said Mrs. Beecham, hastily, with a flush of distress at her own failure in gentility, "among those who think themselv

pastor, complacently. And they forgot what she would have to

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