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âWell, if you will be so bitter against me,â replied she, âI canât help it; but Iâm not going to sulk for anybody.â Our short drive was now at an end. As soon as the carriage door was opened, she sprang out, and went down the park to meet the gentlemen, who were just returning from the woods. Of course I did not follow.
But I had not done with her impudence yet: after dinner, I retired to the drawing-room, as usual, and she accompanied me, but I had the two children with me, and I gave them my whole attention, and determined to keep them till the gentlemen came, or till Milicent arrived with her mother. Little Helen, however, was soon tired of playing, and insisted upon going to sleep; and while I sat on the sofa with her on my knee, and Arthur seated beside me, gently playing with her soft, flaxen hair, Lady Lowborough composedly came and placed herself on the other side.
âTomorrow, Mrs. Huntingdon,â said she, âyou will be delivered from my presence, which, no doubt, you will be very glad ofâ âit is natural you should; but do you know I have rendered you a great service? Shall I tell you what it is?â
âI shall be glad to hear of any service you have rendered me,â said I, determined to be calm, for I knew by the tone of her voice she wanted to provoke me.
âWell,â resumed she, âhave you not observed the salutary change in Mr. Huntingdon? Donât you see what a sober, temperate man he is become? You saw with regret the sad habits he was contracting, I know: and I know you did your utmost to deliver him from them, but without success, until I came to your assistance. I told him in few words that I could not bear to see him degrade himself so, and that I should cease toâ âno matter what I told him, but you see the reformation I have wrought; and you ought to thank me for it.â
I rose and rang for the nurse.
âBut I desire no thanks,â she continued; âall the return I ask is, that you will take care of him when I am gone, and not, by harshness and neglect, drive him back to his old courses.â
I was almost sick with passion, but Rachel was now at the door. I pointed to the children, for I could not trust myself to speak: she took them away, and I followed.
âWill you, Helen?â continued the speaker.
I gave her a look that blighted the malicious smile on her face, or checked it, at least for a moment, and departed. In the anteroom I met Mr. Hargrave. He saw I was in no humour to be spoken to, and suffered me to pass without a word; but when, after a few minutesâ seclusion in the library, I had regained my composure, and was returning to join Mrs. Hargrave and Milicent, whom I had just heard come downstairs and go into the drawing-room, I found him there still lingering in the dimly-lighted apartment, and evidently waiting for me.
âMrs. Huntingdon,â said he as I passed, âwill you allow me one word?â
âWhat is it then? be quick, if you please.â
âI offended you this morning; and I cannot live under your displeasure.â
âThen go, and sin no more,â replied I, turning away.
âNo, no!â said he, hastily, setting himself before me. âPardon me, but I must have your forgiveness. I leave you tomorrow, and I may not have an opportunity of speaking to you again. I was wrong to forget myself and you, as I did; but let me implore you to forget and forgive my rash presumption, and think of me as if those words had never been spoken; for, believe me, I regret them deeply, and the loss of your esteem is too severe a penalty: I cannot bear it.â
âForgetfulness is not to be purchased with a wish; and I cannot bestow my esteem on all who desire it, unless they deserve it too.â
âI shall think my life well spent in labouring to deserve it, if you will but pardon this offenceâ âwill you?â
âYes.â
âYes! but that is coldly spoken. Give me your hand and Iâll believe you. You wonât? Then, Mrs. Huntingdon, you do not forgive me!â
âYes; here it is, and my forgiveness with it: only, sin no more.â
He pressed my cold hand with sentimental fervour, but said nothing, and stood aside to let me pass into the room, where all the company were now assembled. Mr. Grimsby was seated near the door: on seeing me enter, almost immediately followed by Hargrave, he leered at me with a glance of intolerable significance, as I passed. I looked him in the face, till he sullenly turned away, if not ashamed, at least confounded for the moment. Meantime Hattersley had seized Hargrave by the arm, and was whispering something in his earâ âsome coarse joke, no doubt, for the latter neither laughed nor spoke in answer, but, turning from him with a slight curl of the lip, disengaged himself and went to his mother, who was telling Lord Lowborough how many reasons she had to be proud of her son.
Thank heaven, they are all going tomorrow.
XXXVIDecember 20th, 1824.â âThis is the third anniversary of our felicitous union. It is now two months since our guests left us to the enjoyment of
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