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Perhaps it might be from the over-tenderness and clemency of Miss Jemima's nature; perhaps it might be that as yet she had only experienced the villany of man born and reared in these cold northern climates, and in the land of Petrarch and Romeo, of the citron and myrtle, there was reason to expect that the native monster would be more amenable to gentle influences, less obstinately hardened in his iniquities.
Miss Jemima was simply fearful lest this young girl should, perhaps inadvertently, steal into the place in her brother's heart which belonged to her. As "Cobbler" Horn and his secretary sat in counsel, from time to time, in their respective arm-chairs, at the opposite ends of the office table, neither of them had any suspicion of Miss Jemima's jealous fears.
"You'll burn that, I should think!" was Miss Jemima's scornful comment on this ill-judged missive. "No," said "Cobbler" Horn, putting the letter into his breast pocket; "I shall keep it. It was well meant, and will do me good." By tea-time their task was finished; and "Cobbler" Horn heaved a sigh of relief as he rose from his seat.
"Your book, Miss Smithers?" this was an affectation of forgetfulness; "let me see? forgive me, but we publish so many books. Oh, yes, I remember; 'Jemima's Vow. Oh, well, I believe it is going on fairly." "I saw you advertised the sixteenth thousand the other day," put in Miss Smithers, apologetically.
Mrs. Dale, however, by no means shared the despondency of her fair friend, and having gained access to Miss Jemima's chamber, succeeded, though not without difficulty, in her kindly attempts to cheer the drooping spirits of that female misanthropist. Nor, in her benevolent desire to speed the car of Miss Jemima to its hymeneal goal, was Mrs. Dale so cruel towards her male friend, Dr.
"'Pon my word," murmured Lord Holmhurst to himself, "I don't wonder she has had enough of him. Sensible young woman, that!" Lady Holmhurst looked a little astonished and a little amused. Suddenly, however, a light broke upon her. "Oh! I see," she said. "I suppose that Mr. Meeson published 'Jemima's Vow. Of course that accounts for it. Why, I declare there is the dinner bell!
"Yes, love! she would have had a right, for papa had desired her to do it." "Papa desired her! What do you mean, mamma?" "Oh, dear! I dare say I should not have told you," said Mrs Bradshaw, perceiving, from Jemima's tone of voice, that something had gone wrong. "Only you spoke as if it would be impertinent in Mrs Denbigh, and I am sure she would not do anything that was impertinent.
"It was here that she went by," he said softly to himself, at the close of their visit of inspection, as he stood with Miss Jemima at the gate; "and it was yonder that she was last seen." What were Miss Jemima's thoughts, as she followed, with her eyes, the direction of her brother's gaze, may not be known; for an unwonted silence had fallen on her usually ready tongue.
Madam Liberality had very high ideas of the parental duties involved in being the head of a household. She had suffered more than Jemima over Jemima's lack of scruple as to telling lies for good purposes. Now a footman is a young man who has, no doubt, his own peculiar temptations. What check could Madam Liberality keep upon him?
But still his old regard for her, for Leonard, and his esteem and respect for the Bensons, induced him to lend a willing ear to Jemima's earnest entreaty that he would go and call on Mr Benson, in order that she might learn something about the family in general, and Ruth in particular. It was thus that he came to sit by Mr Benson's study fire, and to talk, in an absent way, to that gentleman.
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