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The Honorable Miss: A Story of an Old-Fashioned Town, a fiction by L. T. Meade |
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Chapter 35. Beatricites--Every One |
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_ CHAPTER XXXV. BEATRICITES--EVERY ONE Mrs. Bell and Mrs. Butler had a cup of tea together after the wedding. They partook of their tea in Mrs. Butler's house, and they gossiped over the events of the day for long hours. Part of the strange story of Beatrice's engagement the rector had told his guests at the wedding-breakfast--a sufficient portion of this curious romance was related to show some of the real nobility of this young girl's character. People were to conjecture about the rest. They were never to know. They never did know. The Hartites and the Beatricites ceased to exist at the breakfast, or rather the whole community became Beatricites on the spot. Bertram took his bride away, and the town was very glad to think they might keep Beatrice Meadowsweet with them after all. Neither Mrs. Bertram nor Mrs. Meadowsweet were present at the wedding, but they met that evening, for Mrs. Meadowsweet drove up to the Manor; she was accompanied by Beatrice and they both asked to see Mrs. Bertram. They were admitted into the great lady's bedroom. "I am sorry you are so poorly, Mrs. Bertram," said Mrs. Meadowsweet. "I thought, as Bee was coming up, I'd call with her. There's nothing for worry on the nerves like Eleazer Macjones's Life Pills, and here's a fresh box of them. I thought I'd bring them up, and tell you that for my part I'm highly pleased." "Pleased," said Mrs. Bertram. She raised her white face and looked at her visitor. "Yes, of course I am. I keep my girl. The young man wasn't suited to her, nor she to him. I guessed there'd be no luck about that engagement, when I was so deaved with 'poor dears,' and 'poor friends.' That's not the right way to speak before any wedding. They were neither of them more than half-hearted towards one another, and it's well they found it out in time. Now when I married Meadowsweet--" "Mother," interrupted Beatrice, "I think Mrs. Bertram is tired." "Well, my pet, and you want the old lady to stop her chatter. You try the Life Pills, Mrs. Bertram, I'll wait in the next room for Bee. She has a word to say to you." When they were alone together Beatrice went and knelt by Mrs. Bertram's sofa. "So you never loved my son. Beatrice?" said Mrs. Bertram, raising her heavy eyes, and looking at her. "I did not, I consented to marry him because I was silly and thought I could do him good. I was saved just in time from making a grave mistake. Josephine loves him." "You think she will do him good?" "The greatest, the best. They were meant for one another. They ought to lead happy lives together." "Beatrice, I have heard--I don't know how to thank you--I have heard what you have done with some--some of your money. I don't know how to thank you, child. You have saved Loftus and me." Beatrice bent forward and kissed Mrs. Bertram on her cheek. "I am glad," she said in a simple, quiet voice. "My father would be glad too. I am abundantly content." "Beatrice, you would have been just the wife for Loftus." "No, he was not the husband meant for me. Some day my true lover may come. If not, I have always been a happy girl, Mrs. Bertram, I am happy still. I feel full of delight to-night. Now I must go. Only, first of all, do something--something for the girl who has been made your daughter to-day." "Something for--for Josephine?" "For Nina, whose great love will raise and save your son. Take this packet; put it into the fire." "What is it, Beatrice? I am weak. Are there any more shocks?" "No. Josephine does not wish the story of her birth to be ever revealed. She is a Bertram now without any need of proving her title. Her object is to guard her husband's secret, and she does this, when she asks his mother to burn this packet which contains the full proofs of her identity as a Bertram." Mrs. Bertram shivered. She touched the packet. Then she gave it back to Beatrice. "Put it into the fire yourself," she said. "Beatrice, you have saved us all." This little scene happened on the evening of Bertram's wedding-day. Just at that same hour Mrs. Bell and Mrs. Butler were hob-nobbing over their tea. "For my part," said Mrs. Butler, "I no longer regret the absence of my brooch. I will own I fretted for it when there seemed likely to be no wedding to speak of. For why should the Northbury folks put themselves out about the marriage of two strangers. But now I am glad Beatrice has it, for though she is not a bride she is a beautiful character, and no mistake, and such should be encouraged." "That's my way of thinking, too," said Mrs. Bell. "I'll thank you for another lump of sugar, Mrs. Butler. Yes, I have no fault to find with Beatrice Meadowsweet. If she failed, she failed in a graceful fashion, and, when all is said and done, her intentions were of the best." [THE END] _ |
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