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THE HONORABLE MISS A Story of an Old-Fashioned Town BY
L.T. MEADE

AUTHOR OF "THE YOUNG MUTINEER," "WORLD OF GIRLS,"
"A VERY NAUGHTY GIRL," "SWEET GIRL GRADUATE," ETC.

 

NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS





L.T. MEADE SERIES

UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME

By MRS. L.T. MEADE

Bunch of Cherries, A.

Daddy's Girl.

Dr. Rumsey's Patient.

Francis Kane's Fortune.

Gay Charmer, A.

Girl in Ten Thousand, A.

Girls of St. Wodes, The.

Girl of the People, A.

Girls of the True Blue.

Heart of Gold, The.

Honorable Miss, The.

How It All Came About.

Little Princess of Tower Hill.

Merry Girls of England.

Miss Nonentity.

Palace Beautiful.

Polly, a New-Fashioned Girl.

Rebels of the School.

Sweet Girl Graduate, A.

Their Little Mother.

Time of Roses, The.

Very Naughty Girl, A.

Wild Kitty.

World of Girls.

Young Mutineers, The.

Price, postpaid, 50� each, or any three books for $1.25

HURST & COMPANY PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK




Contents

CHAPTER I. BEATRICE WILL FIT.

CHAPTER II. MRS. BERTRAM'S WILL.

CHAPTER III. A GENTLEMAN, MADAM.

CHAPTER IV. TWO LETTERS.

CHAPTER V. THE USUAL SORT OF SCRAPE.

CHAPTER VI. FOR MY PART, I AM NOT GOING TO TAKE ANY NOTICE OF THE BERTRAMS.

CHAPTER VII. REPLY FOR US, KATE.

CHAPTER VIII. NOBODY ELSE LOOKED THE LEAST LIKE THE BERTRAMS.

CHAPTER IX. THE GHOST IN THE AVENUE.

CHAPTER X. THE REASON OF THE VISIT.

CHAPTER XI. SOMEBODY ADMIRED SOMEBODY.

CHAPTER XII. NINA, YOU ARE SO PERSISTENT.

CHAPTER XIII. THE WHITE BOAT AND THE GREEN.

CHAPTER XIV. AT HER GATES.

CHAPTER XV. JOSEPHINE LOOKED DANGEROUS.

CHAPTER XVI. A BRITISH MERCHANT.

CHAPTER XVII. THE WITCH WITH THE YELLOW HAIR.

CHAPTER XVIII. "WHEN DUNCAN GRAY CAME HOME TO WOO."

CHAPTER XIX. THE RECTOR'S GARDEN PARTY.

CHAPTER XX. YOU CAN TAKE ANY RANK.

CHAPTER XXI. WITH CATHERINE IN THE ROSE BOWER.

CHAPTER XXII. SPARE THE POOR CHILD'S BLUSHES.

CHAPTER XXIII. THAT FICKLE MATTY.

CHAPTER XXIV. EVENTS MOVE APACE.

CHAPTER XXV. WEDDING PRESENTS.

CHAPTER XXVI. WE WILL RETURN TO OUR SECLUSION.

CHAPTER XXVII. THE LIGHTS WERE DIM.

CHAPTER XXVIII. RIVALS.

CHAPTER XXIX. THE FEELINGS OF A CRUSHED MOTH.

CHAPTER XXX. GUARDIANS ARE NOT ALWAYS TO BE ENVIED.

CHAPTER XXXI. CIVIL WAR AT NORTHBURY.

CHAPTER XXXII. THE NIGHT BEFORE THE WEDDING.

CHAPTER XXXIII. THE MORNING OF THE WEDDING.

CHAPTER XXXIV. THE BRIDE!

CHAPTER XXXV. BEATRICITES—EVERY ONE.





THE HONORABLE MISS.




CHAPTER I. BEATRICE WILL FIT.

"So," continued Mrs. Meadowsweet, settling herself in a lazy, fat sort of a way in her easy chair, and looking full at her visitor with a complacent smile, "so I called her Beatrice. I thought under the circumstances it was the best name I could give—it seemed to fit all round, you know, and as he had no objection, being very easy-going, poor man, I gave her the name."

"Yes?" interrogated Mrs. Bertram, in a softly surprised, and but slightly interested voice; "you called your daughter Beatrice? I don't quite understand your remark about the name fitting all round."

Mrs. Meadowsweet raised one dimpled hand slowly and laid it on top of the other. Her smile grew broader.

"A name is a solemn thing, Mrs. Bertram," she continued. "A name is, so to speak, to fit the person to whom it is given, for life. Will you tell me how any mother, even the shrewdest, is to prophecy how an infant of a few weeks old is to turn out? I thought over that point a good deal when I gave the name, and said I to myself however matters turn 'Beatrice' will fit. If she grows up cozy and soft and petting and small, why she's Bee, and if she's sharp and saucy, and a bit too independent, as many lasses are in these days, what can suit her better than Trixie? And again if she's inclined to be stately, and to hold herself erect, and to think a little more of herself than her mother ever did—only not more than she deserves—bless her—why then she's Beatrice in full. Oh! and there you are, Beatrice! Mrs. Bertram has been good enough to call to see me. Mrs. Bertram, this is my daughter Beatrice."

A very tall girl came quietly into the room, bowed an acknowledgment of her mother's introduction, and sat down on the edge of the sofa. She was a dignified girl from the crown of her head to her finger-tips, and Mrs. Bertram, who had been listening languidly to the mother, favored the newcomer with a bright, quick, inquisitive stare, then rose to her feet.

"I am afraid I must say good-bye, Mrs. Meadowsweet. I am glad to have made your daughter's acquaintance, and another day I hope I shall see more of her. I have of course heard of you from Catherine, my dear," she added, holding out her hand frankly to the young girl.

"Yes. Is Catherine well?" asked Beatrice, in a sweet high-bred voice.

"She is well, my dear. Good-bye, Mrs. Meadowsweet. I quite understand the all-roundness and suitability of your choice in the matter of names."

Then the great lady sailed out of the room, and Beatrice flew to the window, placed herself behind the curtain and watched her down the street.

"What were you saying about me, mother?" she asked, when Mrs. Bertram had turned the corner.

"I was only telling about your name, my dearie girl. He always gave me my way, poor man, so I fixed on Beatrice. I said it would fit all round, and it did. Shut that window, will you, Bee?—the wind is very sharp for the time of year. You don't mind my calling you Bee now and then—even if it doesn't seem quite to fit?" continued Mrs. Meadowsweet.

"No, mother, of course not. Call me anything in the world you fancy. What's in a name?"

"Don't say that, Trixie, there's a great deal in a name."

"Well, I get confused with mine now and then. Mother, I just came in to kiss you and run away again. Alice Bell and I are going to the lecture at the Town Hall. It begins at five, and it's half-past four now. Good-bye, I shall be home to supper."

"One moment, Bee, I am really pleased that your fine friend's mother has chosen to call at last."

Beatrice frowned.

"Catherine is not my fine friend," she said.

"Well, your friend, then, dearie. I am glad your friend's mother has called."

"I am not—that is, I am absolutely indifferent. Now, I really must run away. Good-bye until you see me again."

She tripped out of the room as lightly and carelessly as she had entered it, and Mrs. Meadowsweet sat on by the window which looked into the garden.

Mrs. Meadowsweet had the smoothest and most tranquil of faces. She had taken as her favorite motto in life, that somehow, if you only allowed them, things did fit all round. Each event in her own career, to use her special phraseology "fitted." As her husband had to die, he passed away from this life at the most fitting moment. As Providence had blessed her with only one child, a daughter was surely the most fitting companion for a widowed mother. The house Mrs. Meadowsweet lived in fitted her requirements to perfection. In short, she was fat and comfortable, both in mind and body; she never fretted, she never worried; she was not rasping and disagreeable; she was not fault-finding. If her nature lacked depth, it certainly did not lack affection, generosity, and a true spirit of kindliness. If she were a little too well pleased with herself, she was also well pleased with her neighbors. She was not especially appreciated, for she was considered prosy and commonplace. Prosy she undoubtedly was, but not commonplace, for invariable contentment and unbounded good-nature are more and more difficult to find in this censorious world.

Mrs. Meadowsweet now smiled gently to herself.

"However Beatrice may take it, I am glad Mrs. Bertram called," she murmured. "He'd have liked it, poor man! he never put himself out, and he never interfered with me, no, never, poor dear. But he liked people to show due respect—it's a respect to Beatrice for Mrs. Bertram to call. It shows that she appreciates Beatrice as her daughter's friend. Mrs. Bertram, notwithstanding her pride, is likely to be very much respected in Northbury, and no wonder. She's a little above most of us, but we like her all the better for that. We are going to be proud of her. It's nice to have some one to be proud of. And she has no airs when you come to know her, no, she hasn't airs; she's as pleasant as possible, and seems interested too, that is, as interested as people like us can expect from people like her. She didn't even condescend to Beatrice. I wonder how my little girl would have taken it, if she had condescended to her. Yes, Jane, do you want me?"

An elderly servant opened the drawing-room door.

"If you please, ma'am, Mrs. Morris has called, and she wants to know if it would disturb you very much to see her?"

"Disturb me? She knows it won't disturb me. Show her in at once. And Jane, you can get tea ready half-an-hour earlier than usual. I daresay, as Mrs. Morris has called she'd like a cup. How do you do, Mrs. Morris? I'm right glad to see you, right glad. Sit here, in this chair—or perhaps you'd rather sit in this one; this isn't too near the window. And you'll like a screen, I know;—not that there's any draught—for these windows fit as tight as tight when shut."

Mrs. Morris was a thin, tall woman. She always spoke in a whisper, for she was possessed of the belief that she had lost her voice in bronchitis. She had not, for when she scolded any one she found it again. She was not scolding now, however, and her tones were very low and smothered.

"I saw her coming in, my dear; I was standing at the back of the wire blind, and I saw her going up your steps, so I thought I'd come across quickly and hear the news. You'll tell me the news as soon as possible, won't you? Mrs. Butler and Miss Peters are coming to call in a few minutes. I met them and they told me so. They saw her, too. You'll tell me the news quickly, Lucy, for I'd like to be first, and it seems as if I had a right to that much consideration, being an old friend."

"So you have, Jessie."

Mrs. Meadowsweet looked immensely flattered.

"I suppose you allude to Mrs. Bertram having favored me with a call," she continued, in a would-be-humble tone, which, in spite of all her efforts, could not help swelling a little.

"Yes, dear, that's what I allude to; I saw her from behind the wire screen blind. We were having steak and onions for dinner, and the doctor didn't like me jumping up just when I had a hot bit on my plate. But I said, it's Mrs. Bertram, Sam, and she's standing on Mrs. Meadowsweet's steps! There wasn't a remonstrance out of him after that, and the only other remark he made was, 'You'll call round presently, Jessie, and inquire after Mrs. Meadowsweet's cold.' So here I am, my dear. And how is your cold, by the way?"

"It's getting on nicely, Jessie. Wasn't that a ring I

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