My mother bowed, coloured with gratitude, and looked obliged.
And she begs of you, madam, turning to my mother, that you will accept,
as from the Major, another 100L. a year, for pin-money, which he, or
which you, madam, will draw upon me for; also quarterly, if you choose
not to trouble him to do it: for this 100L. a year must be appropriated
to your sole and separate use, madam; and not be subject to your
controul, Major O'Hara.
Good God! sir! said the Major!--What a wretch was I, the last time I was
here!--There is no bearing of this!
He got up, and went to the window: and the captain said, Blessed Jesu!
and something else, which I could not mind; for I was weeping like a
baby.
What, sir! said my mother, 400L. a year! Do you mean so?--I do, madam--
And, sir, to be so generously paid me my 100L. of it, as if I received it
not from my child, but from my husband!--Good God! How you overpower me,
sir! What shame, what remorse, do you strike into my heart!
And my poor mother's tears ran down as fast as mine.
O madam, said the dear girl to me, clasping her arms about me, how your
tender heart is touched!--It is well you were not there!
Dr. Bartlett came in to tea. My guardian would not permit Antony, who
offered himself, to wait. Antony had been my own papa's servant, when my
mother was not so good.
Nothing but blessings, nothing but looks and words of admiration and
gratitude, passed all the tea-time.
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