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Updated: June 6, 2025
While I was the only friend you had, it was right and kind to tell me all that was in your heart. But now that there is one nearer and dearer, and far, far worthier than I, I can hear nothing like this. Nor are you fit just now to speak of these serious things: you are discomposed " "One would think you were echoing Miss Miskin, Margaret, `You are warm, ma'am. But you must hear this much.
Her friend looked that way once more, and said that we had all been very good to her. She mentioned her husband, as I told you, and then died very quietly." "Miss Miskin knows, of course?" "I told her, and did not pretend to feel much sympathy in her lamentations.
Hester invaded the domain of Miss Miskin the shoe-shop behind the other counter in the hope of finding something to put on her feet, which should enable her to walk where she pleased.
"I am not aware of their having arrived, ma'am. But Miss Miskin is now occupied in that department." "Only consider how the winter is getting on, Mrs Howell! and I can walk nowhere but in the high-road, for want of my boot." Mrs Howell curtsied. "Can you not hasten your agent, or help me to my boots, one way or another? Is there no one in Deerbrook whom you could employ to make me a pair?"
"My dear! how should they?" exclaimed her mother. "I forgot they could not go out before Sunday. But, Margaret you must look at Mrs Howell's window the first thing when you can get out. It is so festooned with purple and white, that I told Miss Miskin I thought they would be obliged to light up in the daytime, they have made the shop so dark."
As Miss Miskin had refused to enter the chamber, Hester had been obliged to search a chest of drawers for Mr Howell's last dressing-gown, which Miss Miskin had promised should be mended and aired, and ready for wear by the morning. "Margaret!" cried Hester, as her sister was lighting her candle.
While engaged in turning over the stock, without any help from Miss Miskin, who was imitating Mrs Howell's distant manner with considerable success, a carriage drove up to the door, which could be no other than Sir William Hunter's; and Lady Hunter's voice was accordingly heard, the next minute, asking for green sewing-silk.
Let me have the honour a glass of mulled port wine, or a drop of cherry-bounce. Miss Miskin you will oblige us the cherry-bounce, you know." Miss Miskin received the keys from the girdle with a smile of readiness; but Lady Hunter declined refreshment. She explained that she felt more collected than she might otherwise have done, from her not having been taken by surprise.
Any one, I'm sure, who would so much as dream of hurting a hair of Sir William's head... As I said to Miss Miskin, when Mr Tucker told us Sir William was come among them `that's the criterion, said I." "As it happens, Sir William is in no danger, I believe; but no thanks to those who are at the bottom of this disturbance. It is no merit of theirs that Sir William is so popular."
"I don't think mamma will trouble you for many more worsteds for some time to come, Mrs Howell. When there is going to be a wedding in the family, there is not much time for fancy-work, you know." "Dear me, a wedding!" smiled Mrs Howell. "A wedding! Only think!" simpered Miss Miskin. "Yes: Mr Hope and my cousin Hester are going to be married. I am sure they will have your best wishes, Mrs Howell?"
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