The confessions of a matchmaking mother
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Publisher: Date:8/5/2009 - General Books LLC
By: Lillias Campbell Davidson
Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III SO Beatrix went into the garden, and II am not ashamed to own itwatched from my window to see the gate open. I had to change my frock, of course, for life at the cottage entailed a good deal of supervision of things in general in the household in order to make the domestic wheel turn smoothly, and I was too wise to wear out a good gownespecially when crape is so dearby messing round in it in the morning. So I used to wear an old black thing that must needs be changed before I came under the critical eye of the public. I had therefore to dress, and I did it leisurely, casting a glance now and then out through my blinds to where Beatrix sat on the garden chair under the big cedar, looking, to my fond and partial mother-mind, as pretty a picture as one could find in four counties. By-and-by the gate clicked, and I looked out eagerly. Yes, there came Mr Jarrold, looking as neat and townified as if he were making a call inPark Lane instead of the country. He had a huge volume under his arm, and my spirit quailed a little at the sight of it. But what will a mother not do for the sake of her daughter? Even finance I could stand, if it were to lead Beatrix to a comfortable settlement. I went on watching, and of course Mr Jarrold saw Bee. He must have been blind if he had not, for he had nearly to walk over her to reach the front door. He came forward, raising his hat with a little formal stiffness that made me smile. " Beatrix will have a husband who suggests ' The Polite Rules of Society,' bound in Russia leather," I said to myself. " Well, never mind, she ought to be glad to get a husband with any manners at all in these days," for, of course, I already looked upon Mr Jarrold as a son-in-law. If one leaves no doubt in one's own mind, or in anyone else's...