“Yes, Hester, your cousin is quite right,” said Mrs. John, eagerly. The poor lady was so anxious to secure her child’s assent to what she felt would be so manifestly for her advantage that she was ready to back up everything that Ellen said. A spark of animation and new life had lighted up in Mrs. John’s eyes. It was not a very elevated kind of hope perhaps, yet no hope that is centred in the successes of another is altogether ignoble. She wanted to see her child happy; she wanted Hester to have her chance, as Ellen said. That she should be seen and admired and made much of, was, Mrs. John felt, the first object in her life. It would not be without some cost to herself, but she did not shrink from the idea of the lonely evenings she would have to spend, or the separation that might ensue. Her mind, which was not a great mind, jumped forward into an instant calculation of how the evening dresses could be got, at what sacrifice of ease or comfort. She did not shrink from this, whatever it might be. Neither did she let any visionary pride stand in her way as Hester did. She was ready to forgive, to forget, to condone all offences—and in the long discussion and argument that followed, Mrs. John was almost more eloquent than Ellen on the mutual advantages of the contract. She saw them all the instant they were set before her. She was quite tremulous with interest and expectation. She ran over with approval and beaming admiration as Ellen unfolded her plans. “Oh, yes, I can quite understand; you want to strike out something original,” cried Mrs. John. “You must not think I agree with Hester about Catherine’s parties. I think Catherine’s parties are very nice; and relations, you know, must expect to give way to strangers, especially when there are not enough of gentlemen; but it will be much pleasanter for you to strike out something original. I should have liked it when I was in your circumstances, but I don’t think I had the energy. And I am sure if Hester can be of any use—Oh, my darling! of course you will like it very much. You always are ready to help, and you have plenty of energy—far more than I ever had—and so fond of dancing too; and there are so few dances in Redborough. Oh, yes, I think it is a capital plan, Ellen! and Hester will be delighted to help you. It will be such an opening for her,” Mrs. John said, with tears of pleasure in her eyes.
Hester did not say much while the talk ran on. She was understood to fall into the scheme, and that was all that was necessary. But when Ellen, after a prolonged visit and a detailed explanation to Mrs. John, which she received with the greatest excitement and interest, of all her arrangements as to the music, the suppers, and every other particular they could think of between them, rose to take her leave, she put her hand within Hester’s arm, and drew her aside for a few confidential words.
“Don’t think of coming to the door,” she said to Mrs. John; “it is so cold you must not stir. Hester will see me out. There is one thing I must say to you, dear,” she added, raising herself to Hester’s ear when they were out of the mother’s hearing, “and you are not to take it amiss. It must be a condition beforehand—now please, Hester, mind, and don’t be offended. You must promise me that you will have nothing to say to either of the boys.”
The quick flush of offence sprang to Hester’s face.
“I don’t know what you mean. You mean something you have no right to say, Ellen!”
“I have a very good right to say it—for I’m a married lady, and you are only a girl, and of course I must know best. You are not to have anything to say to the boys. Anyone else you like. I am sure I don’t mind, but will do anything I can to help—but not the boys. Oh, I know something about Harry. I know you have had the sense to—Well, I don’t understand how far it went, but I suppose it must have gone as far as it could go, for he’s not clever enough to be put off with anything less than a real No. But you may have changed your mind, or a hundred things might happen. And then there’s Edward; Aunt Catherine would be wild if anything got up between you and Edward. Oh, I think it’s always best to speak plain, and then one has nothing to reproach one’s self with after. She would just be wild, you know. She thinks there is nobody good enough for
