Desperate Remedies eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 532 pages of information about Desperate Remedies.

Desperate Remedies eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 532 pages of information about Desperate Remedies.

‘There now—­Miss Hinton; you are engaged to be married!’ said Cytherea accusingly.

Adelaide nodded her head practically.  ‘Well, yes, I am,’ she said.

The word ‘engaged’ had no sooner passed Cytherea’s lips than the sound of it—­the mere sound of her own lips—­carried her mind to the time and circumstances under which Miss Aldclyffe had used it towards herself.  A sickening thought followed—­based but on a mere surmise; yet its presence took every other idea away from Cytherea’s mind.  Miss Hinton had used Edward’s words about towns; she mentioned Mr. Springrove as attending to her garden.  It could not be that Edward was the man! that Miss Aldclyffe had planned to reveal her rival thus!

‘Are you going to be married soon?’ she inquired, with a steadiness the result of a sort of fascination, but apparently of indifference.

‘Not very soon—­still, soon.’

‘Ah-ha!  In less than three months?’ said Cytherea.

‘Two.’

Now that the subject was well in hand, Adelaide wanted no more prompting.  ‘You won’t tell anybody if I show you something?’ she said, with eager mystery.

‘O no, nobody.  But does he live in this parish?’

‘No.’

Nothing proved yet.

‘What’s his name?’ said Cytherea flatly.  Her breath and heart had begun their old tricks, and came and went hotly.  Miss Hinton could not see her face.

‘What do you think?’ said Miss Hinton.

‘George?’ said Cytherea, with deceitful agony.

‘No,’ said Adelaide.  ‘But now, you shall see him first; come here;’ and she led the way upstairs into her bedroom.  There, standing on the dressing table in a little frame, was the unconscious portrait of Edward Springrove.

‘There he is,’ Miss Hinton said, and a silence ensued.

‘Are you very fond of him?’ continued the miserable Cytherea at length.

‘Yes, of course I am,’ her companion replied, but in the tone of one who ‘lived in Abraham’s bosom all the year,’ and was therefore untouched by solemn thought at the fact.  ’He’s my cousin—­a native of this village.  We were engaged before my father’s death left me so lonely.  I was only twenty, and a much greater belle than I am now.  We know each other thoroughly, as you may imagine.  I give him a little sermonizing now and then.’

‘Why?’

’O, it’s only in fun.  He’s very naughty sometimes—­not really, you know—­but he will look at any pretty face when he sees it.’

Storing up this statement of his susceptibility as another item to be miserable upon when she had time, ‘How do you know that?’ Cytherea asked, with a swelling heart.

’Well, you know how things do come to women’s ears.  He used to live at Budmouth as an assistant-architect, and I found out that a young giddy thing of a girl who lives there somewhere took his fancy for a day or two.  But I don’t feel jealous at all—­our engagement is so matter-of-fact that neither of us can be jealous.  And it was a mere flirtation—­she was too silly for him.  He’s fond of rowing, and kindly gave her an airing for an evening or two.  I’ll warrant they talked the most unmitigated rubbish under the sun—­all shallowness and pastime, just as everything is at watering places—­neither of them caring a bit for the other—­she giggling like a goose all the time—­’

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