A Terrible Temptation (Fiscle Part 3) by Charles Reade (best ereader for manga TXT) π
A Gentleman In The Prime Of Life Stood With His Elbow On The Broad
Mantel-Piece, And Made Himself Agreeable To A Young Lady, Seated A
Little Way Off, Playing At Work.
To The Ear He Was Only Conversing, But His Eyes Dwelt On Her With
Loving Admiration All The Time. Her Posture Was Favorable To This
Furtive Inspection, For She Leaned Her Fair Head Over Her Work With A
Pretty, Modest, Demure Air, That Seemed To Say, "I Suspect I Am Being
Admired: I Will Not Look To See: I Might Have To Check It."
The Gentleman's Features Were Ordinary, Except His Brow--That Had Power
In It--But He Had The Beauty Of Color; His Sunburned Features Glowed
With Health, And His Eye Was Bright. On The Whole, Rather Good-Looking
When He Smiled, But Ugly When He Frowned; For His Frown Was A Scowl,
And Betrayed A Remarkable Power Of Hating.
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Make You Cry. It Tears Me Inside Out To See You Cry; You That Is So
Good To Rich And Poor. I Wouldn't Vex Myself So For That: Dear Heart,
'Twas Always So; God Sends Meat To One House, And Mouths To Another."
"I Could Be Patient If Poor Sir Charles Was Not So Unhappy," Sighed
Lady Bassett; "But If Ever You Are A Wife, Mary, You Will Know How
Wretched It Makes Us To See A Beloved Husband Unhappy."
"Then I'd Make Him Happy," Said Mary.
"Ah, If I Only Could!"
"Oh, I Could Tell You A Way; For I Have Known It Done; And Now He Is As
Happy As A Prince. You See, My Lady, Some Men Are Like Children; To
Make Them Happy You Must Give Them Their Own Way; And So, If I Was In
Your Place, I Wouldn't Make Two Bites Of A Cherry, For Sometimes I
Think He Will Fret Himself Out Of The World For Want On't."
"Heaven Forbid!"
"It Is My Belief You Would Not Be Long Behind Him."
"No, Mary. Why Should I?"
"Then--Whisper, My Lady!"
And, Although Lady Bassett Drew Slightly Back At This Freedom, Mary
Wells Poured Into Her Ear A Proposal That Made Her Stare And Shiver.
As For The Girl's Own Face, It Was As Unmoved As If It Had Been Bronze.
Lady Bassett Drew Back, And Eyed Her Askant With Amazement And Terror.
"What Is This You Have Dared To Say?"
"Why, It Is Done Every Day."
"By People Of Your Class, Perhaps. No; I Don't Believe It. Mary, I Have
Been Mistaken In You. I Am Afraid You Are A Vicious Girl. Leave Me,
Please. I Can't Bear The Sight Of You."
Mary Went Away, Very Red, And The Tear In Her Eye.
In The Evening Lady Bassett Gave Mary Wells A Month's Warning, And Mary
Accepted It Doggedly, And Thought Herself Very Cruelly Used.
Part 3 Chapter 15 Pg 126After This Mistress And Maid Did Not Exchange An Unnecessary Word For
Many Days.
This Notice To Leave Was Very Bitter To Mary Wells, For She Was In The
Very Act Of Making A Conquest. Young Drake, A Very Small Farmer And
Tenant Of Sir Charles, Had Fallen In Love With Her, And She Liked Him
And Had Resolved He Should Marry Her, With Which View She Was Playing
The Tender But Coy Maiden Very Prettily. But Drake, Though Young And
Very Much In Love, Was Advised By His Mother, And Evidently Resolved To
Go The Old-Fashioned Way--Keep Company A Year, And Know The Girl Before
Offering The Ring.
Just Before Her Month Was Out A More Serious Trouble Threatened Mary
Wells.
Her Low, Artful Amour With Richard Bassett Had Led To Its Natural
Results. By Degrees She Had Gone Further Than She Intended, And Now The
Fatal Consequences Looked Her In The Face.
She Found Herself In An Odious Position; For Her Growing Regard For
Young Drake, Though Not A Violent Attachment, Was Enough To Set Her
More And More Against Richard Bassett, And She Was Preparing An Entire
Separation From The Latter When The Fatal Truth Dawned On Her.
Then There Was A Temporary Revulsion Of Feeling; She Told Her Condition
To Bassett, And Implored Him, With Many Tears, To Aid Her To Disappear
For A Time And Hide Her Misfortune, Especially From Her Sister.
Mr. Bassett Heard Her, And Then Gave Her An Answer That Made Her Blood
Run Cold. "Why Do You Come To Me?" Said He. "Why Don't You Go To The
Right Man--Young Drake?"
He Then Told Her He Had Had Her Watched, And She Must Not Think To Make
A Fool Of Him. She Was As Intimate With The Young Farmer As With Him,
And Was In His Company Every Day.
Mary Wells Admitted That Drake Was Courting Her, But Said He Was A
Civil, Respectful Young Man, Who Desired To Make Her His Wife. "You
Have Lost Me That," Said She, Bursting Into Tears; "And So, For God's
Sake, Show Yourself A Man For Once, And See Me Through My Trouble."
The Egotist Disbelieved, Or Affected Not To Believe Her, And Said,
"When There Are Two It Is Always The Gentleman You Girls Deceive. But
You Can't Make A Fool Of Me, Mrs. Drake. Marry The Farmer, And I'll
Give You A Wedding Present; That Is All I Can Do For Any Other Man's
Sweetheart. I Have Got My Own Family To Provide For, And It Is All I
Can Contrive To Make Both Ends Meet."
He Was Cold And Inflexible To Her Prayers. Then She Tried Threats. He
Laughed At Them. Said He, "The Time Is Gone By For That: If You Wanted
To Sue Me For Breach Of Promise, You Should Have Done It At Once; Not
Waited Eighteen Months And Taken Another Sweetheart First. Come, Come;
You Played Your Little Game. You Made Me Come Here Week After Week And
Part 3 Chapter 15 Pg 127Bleed A Sovereign. A Woman That Loved A Man Would Never Have Been So
Hard On Him As You Were On Me. I Grinned And Bore It; But When You Ask
Me To Own Another Man's Child, A Man Of Your Own Sort That You Are In
Love With--You Hate Me--That Is A Little Too Much: No, Mrs. Drake; If
That Is Your Game We Will Fight It Out--Before The Public If You Like."
And, Having Delivered This With A Tone Of Harsh And Loud Defiance, He
Left Her--Left Her Forever. She Sat Down Upon The Cold Ground And
Rocked Herself. Despair Was Cold At Her Heart.
She Sat In That Forlorn State For More Than An Hour. Then She Got Up
And Went To Her Mistress's Room And Sat By The Fire, For Her Limbs Were
Cold As Well As Her Heart.
She Sat There, Gazing At The Fire And Sighing Heavily, Till Lady
Bassett Came Up To Bed. She Then Went Through Her Work Like An
Automaton, And Every Now And Then A Deep Sigh Came From Her Breast.
Lady Bassett Heard Her Sigh, And Looked At Her. Her Face Was Altered; A
Sort Of Sullen Misery Was Written On It. Lady Bassett Was Quick At
Reading Faces, And This Look Alarmed Her. "Mary," Said She, Kindly, "Is
There Anything The Matter?"
No Reply.
"Are You Unwell?"
"No."
"Are You In Trouble?"
"Ay!" With A Burst Of Tears.
Lady Bassett Let Her Cry, Thinking It Would Relieve Her, And Then Spoke
To Her Again With The Languid Pensiveness Of A Woman Who Has Also Her
Trouble. "You Have Been Very Attentive To Sir Charles, And A Kind Good
Servant To Me, Mary."
"You Are Mocking Me, My Lady," Said Mary, Bitterly. "You Wouldn't Have
Turned Me Off For A Word If I Had Been A Good Servant."
Lady Bassett Colored High, And Was Silenced For A Moment. At Last She
Said, "I Feel It Must Seem Harsh To You. You Don't Know How Wicked It
Was To Tempt Me. But It Is Not As If You Had _Done_ Anything Wrong. I
Do Not Feel Bound To Mention Mere Words: I Shall Give You An Excellent
Character, Mary--Indeed I _Have._ I Think I Have Got A Good Place For
You. I Shall Know To-Morrow, And When It Is Settled We Will Look Over
My Wardrobe Together."
This Proposal Implied A Boxful Of Presents, And Would Have Made Mary's
Dark Eyes Flash With Delight At Another Time; But She Was Past All That
Now. She Interrupted Lady Bassett With This Strange Speech: "You Are
Very Kind, My Lady; Will You Lend Me The Key Of Your Medicine Chest?"
Part 3 Chapter 15 Pg 128Lady Bassett Looked Surprised, But Said, "Certainly, Mary," And Held
Out The Keys.
But, Before Mary Could Take Them, She Considered A Moment, And Asked
Her What Medicine She Required.
"Only A Little Laudanum."
"No, Mary; Not While You Look Like That, And Refuse To Tell Me Your
Trouble. I Am Your Mistress, And Must Exert My Authority For Your Good.
Tell Me At Once What Is The Matter."
"I'd Bite My Tongue Off Sooner."
"You Are Wrong, Mary. I Am Sure I Should Be Your Best Friend. I Feel
Much Indebted To You For The Attention And The Affection You Have Shown
Me, And I Am Grieved To See You So Despondent. Make A Friend Of Me.
There--Think It Over, And Talk To Me Again To-Morrow."
Mary Wells Took The True Servant's View Of Lady Bassett's Kindness. She
Looked At It As A Trap; Not, Indeed, Set With Malice Prepense, But
Still A Trap. She Saw That Lady Bassett Meant Kindly At Present; But,
For All That, She Was Sure That If She Told The Truth, Her Mistress
Would Turn Against Her, And Say, "Oh! I Had No Idea Your Trouble Arose
Out Of Your Own Imprudence. I Can Do Nothing For A Vicious Girl."
She Resolved Therefore To Say Nothing, Or Else To Tell Some Lie Or
Other Quite Wide Of The Mark.
Deplorable As This Young Woman's Situation Was, The Duplicity And
Coarseness Of Mind Which Had Brought Her Into It Would Have Somewhat
Blunted The Mental Agony Such A Situation Must Inflict; But It Was
Aggravated By A Special Terror; She Knew That If She Was Found Out She
Would Lose The Only Sure Friend She Had In The World.
The Fact Is, Mary Wells Had Seen A Great Deal Of Life During The Two
Years She Was Out Of The Reader's Sight. Rhoda Had Been Very Good To
Her; Had Set Her Up In A Lodging-House, At Her Earnest Request. She
Misconducted It, And Failed: Threw It Up In Disgust, And Begged Rhoda
To Put Her In The Public Line. Rhoda Complied. Mary Made A Mess Of The
Public-House. Then Rhoda Showed Her She Was Not Fit To Govern Anything,
And Drove Her Into Service Again; And In That Condition, Having No More
Cares Than A Child, And Plenty Of Work To Do, And Many A Present From
Rhoda, She Had Been Happy.
But Rhoda, Though She Forgave Blunders, Incapacity For Business, And
Waste Of Money, Had Always Told Her Plainly There Was One Thing She
Never Would Forgive.
Rhoda Marsh Had Become A Good Christian In Every Respect But One. The
Male Rake Reformed Is Rather Tolerant; But The Female Rake Reformed Is,
As A Rule, Bitterly Intolerant Of Female Frailty; And Rhoda Carried
This Female Characteristic To An Extreme Both In Word And In Deed. They
Were Only Half-Sisters, After All; And Mary Knew That She Would
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