My Mother's Rival eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 77 pages of information about My Mother's Rival.

My Mother's Rival eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 77 pages of information about My Mother's Rival.

It came at last.  The blow fell on us, and she won.  My father spoke seriously to my mother.  He said Mrs. Eastwood could have a cottage on the estate, and he should allow her a sufficient income to live upon.  She could come to the Abbey when she liked to call on my mother, and might be as happy as possible.  It was not just to the other servants, or even to themselves, he said, to keep one in such a position who was really too old to fulfill the duties.

My mother said nothing.  It must be just as my father pleased.  But when he added that Miss Reinhart thought it the best thing possible, she turned away her face and said no more.

CHAPTER IX.

How the shadow fell, I cannot quite remember—­how people first began to find out there was something wrong at Tayne Hall.  Mrs. Eastwood, after a long interview with my mother, had gone away to the cottage, and Miss Reinhart had brought some person, whom she appeared to know very well, on the scene.

Many of the servants would believe that the new housekeeper was the governess’ mother—­there was a certain similarity of face and figure between them; whether it was so or not, mattered little.  From the hour that Mrs. Stone entered the house my dear mother’s rule may be said to have ended; from that time domestic management may be summed up in a few words—­constant opposition to my mother’s wishes and constant, flattering attention to those of my father.  If my mother missed the little dainties that Mrs. Eastwood had lavished on her, my father appreciated to the full the comfortable arrangements, the punctuality over dinner, the bright and fresh appearance of everything.  Nor was Miss Reinhart slow in reminding him that he owed all this extra comfort to her selection of a good housekeeper.

It was but natural to suppose that Mrs. Stone looked upon the governess as the highest authority in the house after Sir Roland; she never appealed or applied to any one else; she never, I should say, even remembered the existence of my mother.  As for any reference to her, she never thought of it.  Hundreds of times, when I have been busy with my lessons, she has come to the study, and, rapping at the door, has asked to speak to my governess.  I could hear her plainly saying:  “Do you think Sir Roland would like this?” And they would consult most eagerly about it.  I never once heard my name mentioned.

“Miss Reinhart,” I asked her one morning.  “Why do you never think or speak of my mother?  Mrs. Stone never inquires what she would like.”

In the blandest tone of voice she replied to me: 

“My dear Laura, children—­and you are but a child—­should not ask such questions.”

“I am a very old child,” I replied, with a sigh.  “But whether I am a child or not, I can see that very little attention is ever paid to my mother.”

“Has Lady Tayne complained?” she asked, hurriedly.

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