The little account she made of her own beauty pleased Mr Gibson extremely;and her pretty deference to him won his heart.She was restless too, till she had attacked Molly's dress, after she had remodelled her mother's.'Now for you, sweet one,' said she as she began upon one of Molly's gowns.
'I've been working as connoisseur until now.Now I begin as amateur.' She brought down her pretty artificial flowers, plucked out of her own best bonnet to put into Molly's, saying they would suit her complexion, and that a knot of ribbons would do well enough for her.All the time she worked, she sang; she had a sweet voice in singing, as well as in speaking, and used to run up and down her gay French chansons without any difficulty;so flexible in the art was she.Yet she did not seem to care for music.
She rarely touched the piano, on which Molly practised with daily conscientiousness.
Cynthia was always willing to answer questions about her previous life, though, after the first, she rarely alluded to it of herself; but she was a most sympathetic listener to all Molly's innocent confidences of joys and sorrows; sympathizing even to the extent of wondering how she could endure Mr Gibson's second marriage, and why she did not take some active steps of rebellion.In spite of all this agreeable and pungent variety of companionship at home, Molly yearned after the Hamleys.If there had been a woman in that family she would probably have received many little notes, and heard of numerous details which were now lost to her, or summed up in condensed accounts of her father's visits at the Hall, which, since his dear patient was dead, were only occasional.'Yes! The squire is a good deal changed; but he's better than he was.There's an unspoken estrangement between him and Osborne; one can see it in the silence and constraint of their manners; but outwardly they are friendly - civil at any rate.The squire will always respect Osborne as his heir, and the future representative of the family.Osborne doesn't look well;he says he wants change.I think he's weary of the domestic tête-à-tête , or domestic dissension.But he feels his mother's death acutely.It's a wonder that he and his father are not drawn together by their common loss.
Roger's away at Cambridge too - examination for the mathematical tripos.
Altogether the aspect of both people and place is changed; it is but natural!' Such is perhaps the summing-up of the news of the Hamleys, as contained in many bulletins.They always ended in some kind message to Molly.Mrs Gibson generally said, as a comment upon her husband's account of Osborne's melancholy, - 'My dear! why don't you ask him to dinner here? A little quiet dinner, you know.Cook is quite up to it; and we would all of us wear blacks and lilacs;' he couldn't consider that as gaiety.' Mr Gibson took no more notice of these suggestions than by shaking his head.He had grown accustomed to his wife by this time, and regarded silence on his own part as a great preservative against long inconsequential arguments.
But every time that Mrs Gibson was struck by Cynthia's beauty, she thought it more and more advisable that Mr Osborne Hamley should be cheered up by a quiet little dinner-party.As yet no one but the ladies of Hollingford and Mr Ashton, the vicar - that hopeless and impracticable old bachelor - had seen Cynthia; and what was the good of having a lovely daughter, if there were none but old women to admire her? Cynthia herself appeared extremely indifferent upon the subject, and took very little notice of her mother's constant talk about the gaieties that were possible, and the gaieties that were impossible, in Hollingford.She exerted herself just as much to charm the two Miss Brownings as she would have done to delight Osborne Hamley, or any other young heir.That is to say, she used no exertion, but simply followed her own nature, which was to attract every one of those she was thrown amongst.The exertion seemed rather to be to refrain from doing so, and to protest, as she so often did, by slight words and expressive looks against her mother's words and humours - alike against her folly and her caresses.Molly was almost sorry for Mrs Gibson, who seemed so unable to gain influence over her child.
One day Cynthia read Molly's thought.'I am not good, and I told you so.Somehow I cannot forgive her for her neglect of me as a child, when I would have clung to her.Besides, I hardly ever heard from her when I was at school.And I know she put a stop to my coming over to her wedding.I saw the letter she wrote to Madame Lefevre.
A child should be brought up with its parents, if it is to think them infallible when it grows up.' 'But though it may know that there must be faults,' replied Molly, 'it ought to cover them over and try to forget their existence.' 'It ought.But don't you see I have grown up outside the pale of duty and "oughts." Love me as r am, sweet one, for I shall never be better.'