“I know; but she isn’t a child now. If she’ll have me—and I can’t see why she shouldn’t have me—we might all make each other very comfortable. I’m not frightened of a mother-in-law as so many fellows are. I believe that’s all bosh. I shouldn’t wish to part you more than for the honeymoon, you know. There is plenty of room for you in the White House, and it would be always nice for her to have you there, when I happened to be engaged. I think we should hit it off very well together. And as for money—I know she has no money—I should never think twice about that. Of course it would be to my own advantage to make as good settlements as possible, which is always a good thing in business when one never knows what may happen. We might have to consult Aunt Catherine just at first, for she always keeps a hold on the funds—”
“And there’s Hester to consult—that is the most important,” said Mrs. John.
“To be sure, that’s the most important; but I can’t see why she should object,” said Harry. “Why, she has never seen anyone, has she? I am the only man that has paid any attention to her. At Ellen’s wedding there were one or two, and that was only once in a way. I don’t say she likes me, but she can’t like anyone else, can she? for she has never seen anybody.”
“Not that I know of,” said Mrs. John; “but, Mr. Harry, girls are so fanciful. You cannot be sure of them in that way. They may have some ideal in their heads, though they have never met anyone—”
“Eh?” said Harry, making a large mouthful of the word, and opening wide those blue eyes of his with the light lashes. And, indeed, he did not know much about that sort of thing. He returned to the question without paying any attention to this strange piece of nonsense. “There’s nobody about but the old gentlemen, and Ned at Aunt Catherine’s. Sometimes I’ve felt a little suspicious of Ned. Does he come and see you often? He is a great fellow for books and that sort of thing.”
“Mr. Edward Vernon,” said Mrs. John, a little stiffly, “never comes here. Hester, I believe has met him at the Grange or elsewhere; but he never comes here. I scarcely know him, neither of course does she.”
“Then,” said Harry, taking no notice of the offence in her tone, but bringing down his hand vehemently upon his knee, “if it isn’t Ned, there is no one she can have seen, and the field is all clear for me.”
“That is very true,” said Hester’s mother, but her tone was doubtful. “At the same time,” she continued, “perhaps it would be well to let me talk to her a little first, Mr. Harry, just to see, before you said anything.”
“If she doesn’t want to have me, I don’t wish to force her to have me,” said Harry, his pride taking alarm.
“Force—oh, Mr. Harry, do you think I would force my child? And indeed I couldn’t;” cried Mrs. John, shaking her head. “She is far, far stronger than I.”
“She would be the cleverest of us all,” said Harry admiringly. “I believe she is as clever as Aunt Catherine. I dare say she might even find out dodges in the bank, like Aunt Catherine did. Perhaps on the whole it might be better if you would sound her a bit, eh? and find out what she is up to. What she thinks of me, for instance,” said Harry, nodding half with modesty, half with vanity. “Yes, I should like that. I should like to be pretty sure before I committed myself. A man doesn’t like to make a fool of himself for nothing,” the young man said.
Mrs. John thought it was quite natural. And indeed all her feelings were enlisted on Harry’s side, who expressed himself so beautifully. What better could happen to Hester than to be thus uplifted to the heights of luxury and wealth, the White House, and everything else that heart could desire, with a nice husband, so good-looking, so tall, so fair, and so anxious to be kind to her mother? Her imagination, not her strong point on ordinary occasions, was strong enough on this, to jump at all the advantages of the match with a rapidity which would not have disgraced Hester herself. To see her child the mistress of the White House was the very height of Mrs. John’s ambition. She did not feel that the world held anything more desirable. Her mind made a hurried rush through the rooms, all so familiar to her, and which Harry, no doubt, would remodel in preparation for his bride. With what pride and happiness would she see her child at the head of the table, where she herself had once sat! It would be a return more triumphant than any return in her own person. And yet she would be there too, the happy spectator, the witness of it all. She saw in her mind’s eye, the wedding, the beautiful clothes, the phaeton, and the high-stepping horses, and perhaps a pony carriage which Hester herself would drive. All this in a moment, while Harry was telling her that he would like to be pretty sure before he committed himself. Perhaps it was not a lofty sentiment, but she felt it to be quite natural. A man with so much to bestow had a right to see his way before him, and then for Hester’s own sake it was far better that she should not be taken by surprise. She was a perverse girl, and if the young man walked straight up to her without warning, and asked her to marry him, the chances were that she would refuse. That was not
