Victorian Short Stories: Stories of Courtship eBook

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‘He has told you, I suppose?’ said she.

‘Yes,’ said Miss Le Smyrger.  ’And I will never see him again unless he asks your pardon on his knees.  I have told him so.  I would not even give him my hand as he went.’

‘But why so, thou kindest one?  The fault was mine more than his.’

‘I understand.  I have eyes in my head,’ said the old maid.  ’I have watched him for the last four or five days.  If you could have kept the truth to yourself and bade him keep off from you, he would have been at your feet now, licking the dust from your shoes.’

‘But, dear friend, I do not want a man to lick dust from my shoes.’

‘Ah, you are a fool.  You do not know the value of your own wealth.’

’True; I have been a fool.  I was a fool to think that one coming from such a life as he has led could be happy with such as I am.  I know the truth now.  I have bought the lesson dearly—­but perhaps not too dearly, seeing that it will never be forgotten.’

There was but little more said about the matter between our three friends at Oxney Colne.  What, indeed, could be said?  Miss Le Smyrger for a year or two still expected that her nephew would return and claim his bride; but he has never done so, nor has there been any correspondence between them.  Patience Woolsworthy had learned her lesson dearly.  She had given her whole heart to the man; and, though she so bore herself that no one was aware of the violence of the struggle, nevertheless the struggle within her bosom was very violent.  She never told herself that she had done wrong; she never regretted her loss; but yet—­yet!—­the loss was very hard to bear.  He also had loved her, but he was not capable of a love which could much injure his daily peace.  Her daily peace was gone for many a day to come.

Her father is still living; but there is a curate now in the parish.  In conjunction with him and with Miss Le Smyrger she spends her time in the concerns of the parish.  In her own eyes she is a confirmed old maid; and such is my opinion also.  The romance of her life was played out in that summer.  She never sits now lonely on the hillside thinking how much she might do for one whom she really loved.  But with a large heart she loves many, and, with no romance, she works hard to lighten the burdens of those she loves.

As for Captain Broughton, all the world knows that he did marry that great heiress with whom his name was once before connected, and that he is now a useful member of Parliament, working on committees three or four days a week with zeal that is indefatigable.  Sometimes, not often, as he thinks of Patience Woolsworthy a smile comes across his face.

ANTHONY GARSTIN’S COURTSHIP

By Hubert Crackanthorpe

(Savoy, July 1896)

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