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Her mother had died when she was about fifteen, and, to the astonishment of every one who knew him, Peter Rorke had announced his intention of adopting his grandchild.
There was always something; and Frank undertook all he was asked to do, for he loved to be as much as possible in that circle of life in which his sweetheart lived, and to feel her presence about him. Extract from a letter: "Mount Rorke and I had a long and serious talk about you last night. He is against the marriage, but then he is against marriage in general.
Three days after Frank was sitting at his table writing to Mount Rorke, and on the following Sunday he walked to the Manor House to tell Mr. Brookes that he was engaged to his daughter, and to ask his consent.
"Aye! he is the outrageousest ould villain that ever stepped," was the general verdict. Nevertheless, as in all communities there is generally one ill-conditioned person, even in the little village of Donoughmor there was to be found a time-server who, wishing for reasons of his own to ingratiate himself with Peter Rorke, was base enough to report to him old Pat Clancy's hasty words.
Do you write to me; I shall be awfully disappointed if I do not get a letter to-morrow morning." Extract from a letter: "Mount Rorke is considered to be a handsome place, but as I have known it from childhood, as my earliest memories are of it, I cannot see it with the eyes of a professed scenery hunter.
If we were married we shouldn't have more than a thousand a year to live on at the outside that is to say, if Mount Rorke and Brookes come to terms, which is not very likely, they might make up a thousand a year between them, that would not be enough for two, and I should have to work; and I couldn't work without a model. The thing is absurd!
If if Rorke did not know that she had entered this house here, she could remain hidden for a few hours; it would give her time to think, and... It came this time, no strength of will would hold it back, a little moan. The front door below had opened, a heavy footstep sounded in the lower hall. She couldn't see, of course. But she knew. It was Rorke! She heard him coming up the stairs.
'Pon me word, if ye was to see the Misthress now of a Sunday!" "Who's that?" said Mike absently. "The Misthress Miss Rorke!" "Oh, aye, of course, Miss Rorke is the Misthress now," mused Mike to himself. "Well, if ye was to see her in her black silky dress an' the beautiful feathers in her hat, an' her gould watch and chain an' all 'pon me word, ye'd think it was the Queen."
Frank was conscious of nothing but her, and every vision of Mount Rorke that had risen in his mind he had unhesitatingly swept away. All prospects were engulfed in his desire; he saw nothing but the white face, which like a star led and allured him. One morning the marriage was settled, and like a knight going to the crusade, Frank set forth to find out when it could be.
When the declarations were over, Frank asked when he should put the ring on. "Some like to use the ring, some don't; it isn't necessary; all the best people of course do," said the Assistant-Registrar, who had not yawned once since he had heard that Frank's uncle was Lord Mount Rorke.
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