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Frances Kane's Fortune, a fiction by L. T. Meade |
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Chapter 15. "Mr. Lover" |
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_ CHAPTER XV. "MR. LOVER" If there was a girl that was a prime favorite with her school-fellows, that girl was Ellen Danvers. She had all the qualifications which insure success in school life. She was extremely pretty, but she was unconscious of it; she never prided herself on her looks, she never tried to heighten her loveliness by a thousand little arts which school-girls always find out and despise. She had always plenty of money, which at school, if not elsewhere, is much appreciated. She was generous, she was bright, she was loving; she was not sufficiently clever to make any one envious of her, but at the same time she was so very smart and quick that not the cleverest girl in the school could despise her. When Fluff went away from Merton House the tribulation experienced on all sides was really severe. The girls put their heads together, and clubbed to present her with a gold bangle, and she in return left them her blessing, a kiss all round, and a pound's worth of chocolate creams. The school was dull when Fluff went away; she took a place which no one else quite held. She was not at all weak or namby-pamby, but she was a universal peace-maker. Fluff made peace simply by throwing oil on troubled waters, for she certainly was not one to preach; and as to pointing a moral, she did not know the meaning of the word. It was with great rejoicing, therefore, that the young ladies of Mrs. Hopkins' select seminary were informed on a certain Thursday morning that their idol was about to return to them. She was no longer to take her place in any of the classes; she was to be a parlor boarder, and go in and out pretty much as she pleased; but she was to be in the house again, and they were to see her bright face, and hear her gay laugh, and doubtless she would once more be every one's confidante and friend. In due course Fluff arrived. It was late when she made her appearance, for she had missed the train by which Frances had intended her to travel. But late as the hour was--past nine o'clock--Fluff found time to pay a visit to the school-room, where the elder girls were finishing preparations for to-morrow, to rush through the dormitories, and kiss each expectant little one. "It's just delicious!" whispered Sibyl Lake, the youngest scholar in the school. "We have you for the last fortnight before we break up. Just fancy, you will be there to see me if I get a prize!" "Yes, Sibyl, and if you do I'll give you sixpennyworth of chocolate creams." Sibyl shouted with joy. The other children echoed her glee. One of the teachers was obliged to interfere. Fluff vanished to the very select bedroom that she was now to occupy, and order was once more restored. Fluff's name was now in every one's mouth. Didn't she look prettier than ever? Wasn't she nicer than ever? Hadn't she a wonderfully grown-up air? One day it was whispered through the school that Fluff had got a lover. This news ran like wildfire from the highest class to the lowest. Little Sibyl asked what a lover meant, and Marion Jones, a lanky girl of twelve, blushed while she answered her. "It isn't proper to speak about lovers," said Katie Philips. "Mother said we weren't to know anything about them. I asked her once, and that was what she said. She said it wasn't proper for little girls to know about lovers." "But grown girls have them," responded Marion, "I think it must be captivating. I wish I was grown up." "You're much too ugly, Marion, to have a lover," responded Mary Mills. "Oh, for goodness' sake, don't get so red and angry! She's going to strike me! Save me, girls!" "Hush!" exclaimed Katie, "hush! come this way. Look through the lattice. Look through the wire fence just here. Can you see? There's Fluff, and there's her lover. He's rather old, isn't he? But hasn't he l'air distingue? Isn't Fluff pretty when she blushes? The lover is rather tall. Oh, do look, Mary, can you see--can you see?" "Yes, he has fair hair," responded Mary. "It curls. I'm sorry it is fair and curly, for Fluff's is the same. He should be dark, like a Spaniard. Oh, girls, girls, he has got such lovely blue eyes, and such white teeth! He smiled just now, and I saw them." "Let me peep," said Marion. "I haven't got one peep yet." But here the voices became a little loud, and the lovers, if they were lovers, passed out of sight behind the yew hedge. "That's it," said Fluff when she had finished her story; "it's all explained now. I hope you're obliged to me." "No brother could love you better, nor appreciate you more than I do, Fluff." "Thank you; I'll tell you how much I care for those words when you let me know what you are going to do." Arnold put his hand to his forehead; his face grew grave, he looked with an earnest, half-puzzled glance at the childish creature by his side. "I really think you are the best girl in the world, and one of the cleverest," he said. "I have a feeling that you have an idea in your head, but I am sorry to say nothing very hopeful up to the present time has occurred to me. It does seem possible, after your explanation, that Frances may love me, and yet refuse me; yes, certainly, that does now seem possible." "How foolish you are to speak in that doubting tone," half snapped Fluff (certainly, if the girls had seen her now they would have thought she was quarreling with her lover). "How can you say perhaps Frances loves you? Loves you! She is breaking her heart for you. Oh! I could cry when I think of Frances's pain!" "Dear little friend!" said Arnold. "Then if that is so--God grant it, oh, God grant it--Frances and I must turn to you to help us." Fluff's face brightened. "I will tell you my plan," she said. "But first of all you must answer me a question." "What is it? I will answer anything." "Mr. Arnold--" "You said you would call me Philip." "Oh, well, Philip--I rather like the name of Philip--Philip, are you a rich man?" "That depends on what you call riches, Fluff. I have brought fifteen thousand pounds with me from the other side of the world. I took five years earning it, for all those five years I lived as a very poor man, I was adding penny to penny, and pound to pound, to Frances's fortune." "That is right," exclaimed Fluff, clapping her hands. "Frances's fortune--then, of course, then you will spend it in saving her." "I would spend every penny to save her, if I only knew how." "How stupid you are," said Fluff. "Oh, if only I were a man!" "What would you do, if you were?" "What would I not do? You have fifteen thousand pounds, and Frances is in all this trouble because of six thousand pounds. Shall I tell you, must I tell you what you ought to do?" "Please--pray tell me." "Oh, it is so easy. You must get the name of the old horror in London to whom the squire owes six thousand pounds, and you must give him six out of your fifteen, and so pay off the squire's debt. You must do this and--and--" "Yes, Fluff; I really do think you are the cleverest little girl I ever came across." "The best part is to come now," said Fluff. "Then you go to the squire; tell him that you will sell the Firs over his head, unless he allows you to marry Frances. Oh, it is so easy, so, so delightful!" "Give me your hand, Fluff. Yes, I see light--yes. God bless you, Fluff!" "There is no doubt she has accepted him," reported Mary Mills to her fellows. "They have both appeared again around the yew hedge, and he has taken her hand, and he is smiling. Oh, he is lovely when he smiles!" "I wish I was grown up," sighed Marion, from behind. "I'd give anything in all the world to have a lover." "It will be interesting to watch Fluff at supper to-night," exclaimed Katie Philips. "Of course she'll look intensely happy. I wonder if she'll wear an engagement-ring." The supper hour came. Fluff took her seat among the smaller girls; her face was radiant enough to satisfy the most exacting, but her small dimpled fingers were bare. "Why do you all stare at my hands so?" she exclaimed once. "It's on account of the ring," whispered little Sibyl. "Hasn't he given you the ring yet?" "Who is 'he,' dear?" "Oh, I wasn't to say. His name is Mr. Lover." _ |
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