Roger was out of doors, Aimée had not as yet come down; Molly was alone in the dining-room, where the table was already laid.She had just finished reading her letter when the squire came in, and she immediately and joyfully told him what the morning had brought to her.But when she saw the squire's face she could have bitten her tongue out for having named Cynthia's name to him.He looked vexed and depressed.'I wish I might never hear of her again.I do.She's been the bane of my Roger, that's what she has.I have not slept half the night, and it's all her fault.Why, there's my boy saying now that he has no heart for ever marrying, poor lad! I wish it had been you, Molly, my lads had taken a fancy for.I told Roger so t'other day, and I said that for all you were beneath what I ever thought to see them marry, - well - it's of no use - it's too late, now, as he said.Only never let me hear that baggage's name again, that's all.And no offence to you, either, lassie.I know you love the wench; but if you'll take an old man's word, you're worth a score of her.I wish young men would think so too,' he muttered as he went to the side-table to carve the ham, while Molly poured out the tea - her heart very hot all the time, and effectually silenced for a space.It was with the greatest difficulty that she could keep tears of mortification from falling.She felt altogether in a wrong position in that house, which had been like a home to her until this last visit.What with Mrs Goodenough's remarks, and now this speech of the squire's, implying - at least to her susceptible imagination - that his father had proposed her as a wife to Roger, and that she had been rejected, she was more glad than she could express, or even think, that she was going home this very morning.Roger came in from his walk while she was in this state of feeling.He saw in an instant that something had distressed Molly; and he longed to have the old friendly right of asking her what it was.But she had effectually kept him at too great a distance during the last few days for him to feel at liberty to speak to her in the old straightforward brotherly way; especially now, when he perceived her efforts to conceal her feelings, and the way in which she drank her tea in feverish haste, and accepted bread only to crumble it about her plate, untouched.It was all that he could do to make talk under these circumstances; but he backed up her efforts as well as he could until Aimée came down, grave and anxious; her boy had not had a good night, and did not seem well; he had fallen into a feverish sleep now, or she could not have left him.Immediately the whole table was in a ferment.The squire pushed away his plate, and could cat no more;Roger was trying to extract a detail or a fact out of Aimée, who began to give way to tears.Molly quickly proposed that the carriage, which had been ordered to take her home at eleven, should come round immediately - she had everything ready packed up, she said, - and bring back her father at once.By leaving directly, she said it was probable they might catch him after he had returned from his morning visits in the town, and before he had set off on his more distant round.Her proposal was agreed to, and she went upstairs to put on her things.She came down all ready into the drawing-room, expecting to find Aimée and the squire there; but during her absence word had been brought to the anxious mother and grandfather that the child had wakened up in a panic, and both had rushed up to their darling.But Roger was in the drawing-room awaiting Molly, with a large bunch of the choicest flowers.'Look, Molly!' said he, as she was on the point of leaving the room again, on finding him there alone.'I gathered these flowers for you before breakfast.'
第291章 MOLLY GIBSON AT HAMLEY HALL (5)（1 / 3）