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It had been, in fact, the lodging of a woman of dissolute character, who had been accustomed to gather a crowd of debauched characters in her apartment nightly, but who, from a failure to pay her rent, had been turned out by Mr. Elder. The other apartments were still occupied by abandoned women; but of this fact Mrs. Wentworth was not aware.
"Mr Wentworth, it is getting late will you walk with me as far as the Rectory?" she said, to the Curate's great astonishment. He could not help looking at her with curiosity as he turned to accompany her.
Only to Gay Street, or farther up the town?" "I hardly know," replied Captain Wentworth, surprised. "Are you going as high as Belmont? Are you going near Camden Place? Because, if you are, I shall have no scruple in asking you to take my place, and give Anne your arm to her father's door.
How tongue-tied he would have been, sitting on the black haircloth sofa in the Wentworth parlour and gazing at the open soapstone stove! "Oh, men are such fools!" cried Nancy, smiles and tears struggling together in her speech, as she sat down suddenly in her own pew and put her hands over her face.
Free to dress in sables and diamonds and die of loneliness." She had sat up, and her eyes were glowing and her color flashing in her cheeks in her energy. Mrs. Wentworth looked at her with a curious expression in her eyes. "I want what you have, Louise Caldwell. In that big house with only ourselves and servants sometimes I could wish I were dead.
But in my life I never heard a man say more, nor less to the purpose; and if his brother have not a better gift in courtship, he will owe my lady's favour to his fortune rather than to his address. My Lady Anne Wentworth I hear is marrying, but I cannot learn to whom; nor is it easy to guess who is worthy of her. What would you give that I had but the wit to know when to make an end of my letters?
Miss Leonora wrote a few words of the letter as she finished this speech. After putting down which encouraging sentiment, she raised her eyes again, and planted her spear in her nephew's bosom with the greatest composure in the world. "My Perpetual Curacy suits me very well," said Mr Wentworth, with a little pride; "and there is a good deal to do in Carlingford.
And if ever you go to rummaging about in the attic remember you must never open the square trunk with the brass nail heads unless Mary Wentworth is there to explain. Tell Mary I love her and that I am not sorry. She will understand." So as he looked out of Grandma Wentworth's upstairs windows he remembered those last talks and understood that yearning for home.
The old woman opened it, and as she did so, the round red glare of the sun was revealed, while the aroma of thousands wild flowers that grew beneath the window, entered the room, and floated its perfume on the autumn air. "Mother," said the dying child. Mrs. Wentworth looked down upon her child. "What is it darling," she asked. "Let brother kiss me," she requested.
"You'll get it back before Friday." Harold Jupp shook his head doubtfully. "Never sure about flat-racing. Jumping's the only thing for the poor and honest backer." Joan Wentworth looked about her regretfully. "I understand now why you have all come back so early." Miranda Brown ran impulsively to her. She was as pretty as a picture, and spoke as a rule in a series of charming explosions.
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