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Drat her! If she is going back from her word " "She is not going back from her word. Nothing is more excellent, nothing more true, nothing more trustworthy than Miss Lawrie. You should not allow yourself to speak of her in such language." "Is it you, then, as is going back?" "I do not know. To tell the truth, Mrs Baggett, I do not know." "Then let me tell you, sir.
Thus Mrs Baggett continued to bewail her destiny. Mr Blake having got rid of the old woman, and bethinking himself of the disagreeable incidents to which a gentleman with a larger establishment than his own might be liable, made his way into the sitting-room, where he found Mary Lawrie alone; and having apologised for the manner of his intrusion, and having said something intended to be jocose as to the legs of the warrior in the stable, at once asked a question as to John Gordon.
For this Mrs Baggett was duly thankful, and would declare among all persons, the baker included, that "for a gentleman to be a gentleman, no gentleman was such a gentleman" as her master. It was now five-and-twenty years since the Admiral had died, and fifteen since his widow had followed him.
To Mrs Baggett she was an object of intense interest; because, although she had by no means assented to her master's proposal, made on behalf of the young lady, and did tell herself again and again during Mr Whittlestaff's absence that she was quite sure that Mary Lawrie was a baggage, yet in her heart she knew it to be impossible that she could go on living in the house without loving one whom her master loved.
For though she certainly felt, as would do any ordinary Mrs Baggett in her position, that a wife would be altogether detrimental to her interest in life, yet she could not endure to think that "a little stuck-up minx, taken in from charity," should run counter to any of her master's wishes.
"She isn't to come here, Mr Whittlestaff?" "Here she is to come, and here she is to remain, and here she is to have her part of everything as though she were my own daughter. And, as not the smallest portion of the good things that is to come to her, she is to have her share in your heart, Mrs Baggett." "I don't know nothing about my heart, Mr Whittlestaff.
God had filled his heart with love of the girl, and, if it was love, could it be that he would destroy her future for the gratification of his own feelings? "I tell you it is no good," he said, as she crouched down beside him, almost sitting on his knee. At this moment Mrs Baggett came into the room, detecting Mary almost in the embrace of her old master.
As sure as my name is Dorothy Baggett, you'll be falling in love with her." Then Mrs Baggett, with the sense of the audacity of what she had said, looked him full in the face and violently shook her head. "Now go in," he said, "and pack my things up for three nights. I'm going to Norwich, and I shan't want any dinner.
At that moment the heads of the gardener and the groom appeared up the back staircase, and after them Mrs Baggett. "Why, Mrs Baggett, the door is locked!" said the gardener. "It is, to be sure," said the groom. "Why, Mrs Baggett, you must have the key in your own pocket!" "I ain't got no such thing. Do you bring the box down with you."
And now for the second time all the world would know that he had been accepted and then rejected. It was, he thought, more than he could endure, and live. Then after he had sat there for an hour he got up and walked home; and as he went he tried to resolve that he would reject the philosophy of Mrs Baggett and accept the other. "If I only knew!" he said as he entered his own gate.
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