"And will the other poor dears be content to wait to make a holiday

for your grandchildren? 'To make a Roman holiday.' Pope, or somebody

else, has a line of poetry like that. 'To make a Roman holiday,'"--he

repeated, pleased with his unusual aptitude at quotation.

"It's Byron, and it's nothing to do with the subject in hand. I'm

surprised at your lordship's quoting Byron,--he was a very immoral

poet."

"I saw him take his oaths in the House of Lords," said Lord Cumnor,

apologetically.

"Well! the less said about him the better," said Lady Cumnor. "I have

told Clare that she had better not think of being married before

Christmas: and it won't do for her to give up her school in a hurry

either."

But Clare did not intend to wait till Christmas; and for this once

she carried her point against the will of the countess, and without

many words, or any open opposition. She had a harder task in setting

aside Mr. Gibson's desire to have Cynthia over for the wedding,

even if she went back to her school at Boulogne directly after the

ceremony. At first she had said that it would be delightful, a

charming plan; only she feared that she must give up her own wishes

to have her child near her at such a time, on account of the expense

of the double journey.

But Mr. Gibson, economical as he was in his habitual expenditure,

had a really generous heart. He had already shown it, in entirely

relinquishing his future wife's life-interest in the very small

property the late Mr. Kirkpatrick had left, in favour of Cynthia;

while he arranged that she should come to his home as a daughter as

soon as she left the school she was at. The life-interest was about

thirty pounds a year. Now he gave Mrs. Kirkpatrick three five-pound

notes, saying that he hoped they would do away with the objections

to Cynthia's coming over to the wedding; and at the time Mrs.

Kirkpatrick felt as if they would, and caught the reflection of his

strong wish, and fancied it was her own. If the letter could have

been written and the money sent off that day while the reflected

glow of affection lasted, Cynthia would have been bridesmaid to

her mother. But a hundred little interruptions came in the way of

letter-writing; and by the next day maternal love had diminished;

and the value affixed to the money had increased: money had been

so much needed, so hardly earned in Mrs. Kirkpatrick's life; while

the perhaps necessary separation of mother and child had lessened

the amount of affection the former had to bestow. So she persuaded

herself, afresh, that it would be unwise to disturb Cynthia at her

studies; to interrupt the fulfilment of her duties just after the

_semestre_ had begun afresh; and she wrote a letter to Madame Lefevre

so well imbued with this persuasion, that an answer which was almost

an echo of her words was returned, the sense of which being conveyed

to Mr. Gibson, who was no great French scholar, settled the vexed

question, to his moderate but unfeigned regret. But the fifteen

pounds were not returned. Indeed, not merely that sum, but a

great part of the hundred which Lord Cumnor had given her for her

trousseau, was required to pay off debts at Ashcombe; for the school

had been anything but flourishing since Mrs. Kirkpatrick had had it.

It was really very much to her credit that she preferred clearing

herself from debt to purchasing wedding finery. But it was one of the

few points to be respected in Mrs. Kirkpatrick that she had always

been careful in payment to the shops where she dealt; it was a little

sense of duty cropping out. Whatever other faults might arise from

her superficial and flimsy character, she was always uneasy till she

was out of debt. Yet she had no scruple in appropriating her future

husband's money to her own use, when it was decided that it was not

to be employed as he intended. What new articles she bought for

herself, were all such as would make a show, and an impression upon

the ladies of Hollingford. She argued with herself that linen, and

all under-clothing, would never be seen; while she knew that every

gown she had, would give rise to much discussion, and would be

counted up in the little town.




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