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"You may make Miss Meadowsweet your friend," she said to both girls. "She may come here, and you may sometimes go to see her. But remember, she is the only Northbury young lady I will admit into my society." A few days afterwards, Loftus, who had again managed to obtain leave of absence from his military duties, reappeared on the scenes.
"She came to see me on account of Beatrice," remarked the hostess. "At least I think that was why she came. I beg your pardon, did you say anything, ladies?" "Oh! fie, fie! Mrs. Meadowsweet," said Miss Peters, "you are too modest. In my sister's name and my own, I say you are too modest." "And in my name too," interrupted Mrs. Morris. "You are too humble, my dear friend.
But now I am glad Beatrice has it, for though she is not a bride she is a beautiful character, and no mistake, and such should be encouraged." "That's my way of thinking, too," said Mrs. Bell. "I'll thank you for another lump of sugar, Mrs. Butler. Yes, I have no fault to find with Beatrice Meadowsweet.
I know you want to talk to Miss Meadowsweet, and so you shall, I won't have you balked." Here he raised his voice. "Mrs. Bell, will you steer over to Miss Meadowsweet's boat? Miss Matty, here, has something to say to her."
"Does not that green boat belong to Miss Meadowsweet?" interrupted Bertram. "Look, Miss Bell, I am sure that is Miss Meadowsweet's boat." "Yes, that's Beatrice," said Matty, in an indifferent tone. "She generally goes for a row in the evening." "All alone like that?" "Yes, Mrs. Meadowsweet is such a coward. She is afraid of the water." "Poor Miss Meadowsweet, how sad for her to be by herself!"
The flowers were at once removed, and the young men, treated with suitable restoratives, were by next morning sufficiently recovered to undertake the journey home." Without knowing what the young men had had for supper, it seems perhaps rather hasty to blame the meadowsweet. But the other flowers mentioned above have a bad record. To take them in order.
He was telling her the old, old story, and she was half believing him, half believing that it might be in her power to redeem him. Beatrice Meadowsweet was just the sort of woman to love such work, to glory in such martyrdom. She did not withdraw her hand from his, and her gray eyes, already dark and misty with emotion, filled with tears. "I have never been spoken to like this before," she said.
Mother sounded the Rector the next day and heard something which made her wilder still, but we are not in the secret. Kate fell in love with the girl." "Did you, Kate? When a woman falls in love with another woman the phenomenon is so uncommon that a certain amount of interest must be roused. Describe the object of your adoration, Kitty." "Her name," responded Kate, "is Beatrice Meadowsweet.
Beatrice raised her bright eyes to his face. Their open expression said plainly, "It is a matter of indifference to me what you think about my dress." Aloud she said: "What have you done with my friends, the Bells?" "I am afraid, Miss Meadowsweet, that long intercourse with those young ladies would be too severe a strain on my intellect." "Captain Bertram, you don't mean what you are saying."
Every soul in the place, however, from the poorest fisherman's child to the wealthy widow, Mrs. Meadowsweet, wag expected to come to the Rectory to be feasted and petted, and made much of, at Mr. Ingram's treat. With the small scholars and the fishermen and their wives, and all the humbler folk of the place, this story has nothing to do.
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