Wives and Daughters eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,021 pages of information about Wives and Daughters.

Wives and Daughters eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,021 pages of information about Wives and Daughters.

‘Very good,’ said he, in a low voice, casting a professional eye on the slumbering figure; ’can I speak to you for a minute or two in the library?’

‘Is he going to offer?’ thought she, with a sudden palpitation, and a conviction of her willingness to accept a man whom an hour before she had simply looked upon as one of the category of unmarried men to whom matrimony was possible.

He was only going to make one or two medical inquiries; she found that out very speedily, and considered the conversation as rather flat to her, though it might be instructive to him.  She was not aware that he finally made up his mind to propose, during the time that she was speaking—­answering his questions in many words, but he was accustomed to winnow the chaff from the corn; and her voice was so soft, her accent so pleasant, that it struck him as particularly agreeable after the broad country accent he was perpetually hearing.  Then the harmonious colours of her dress, and her slow and graceful movements, had something of the same soothing effect upon his nerves that a cat’s purring has upon some people’s.  He began to think that he should be fortunate if he could win her, for his own sake.  Yesterday he had looked upon her more as a possible stepmother for Molly; to-day he thought more of her as a wife for himself.  The remembrance of Lord Cumnor’s letter gave her a very becoming consciousness; she wished to attract, and hoped that she was succeeding.  Still they only talked of the countess’s state for some time; then a lucky shower came on.  Mr. Gibson did not care a jot for rain, but just now it gave him an excuse for lingering.

‘It is very stormy weather,’ said he.

’Yes, very.  My daughter writes me word, that for two days last week the packet could not sail from Boulogne.’

‘Miss Kirkpatrick is at Boulogne, is she?’

’Yes, poor girl; she is at school there, trying to perfect herself in the French language.  But, Mr. Gibson, you must not call her Miss Kirkpatrick.  Cynthia remembers you with so much—­affection, I may say.  She was your little patient when she had the measles here four years ago, you know.  Pray call her Cynthia; she would be quite hurt at such a formal name as Miss Kirkpatrick from you.’

’Cynthia seems to me such an out-of-the-way name, only fit for poetry, not for daily use.’

‘It is mine,’ said Mrs. Kirkpatrick, in a plaintive tone of reproach.  ’I was christened Hyacinth, and her poor father would have called her after me.  I’m sorry you don’t like it.’

Mr. Gibson did not know what to say.  He was not quite prepared to plunge into the directly personal style.  While he was hesitating, she went on,—­

’Hyacinth Clare!  Once upon a time I was quite proud of my pretty name; and other people thought it pretty, too.’

‘I’ve no doubt—­’ Mr. Gibson began; and then stopped.

’Perhaps I did wrong in yielding to his wish, to have her called by such a romantic name.  It may excite prejudice against her in some people; and, poor child! she will have enough to struggle with.  A young daughter is a great charge, Mr. Gibson, especially when there is only one parent to look after her.’

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