书城公版WIVES AND DAUGHTERS
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第231章 HOLLINGFORD GOSSIPS(4)

'I'm sure I don't want to hear of clandestine meetings between young men and young women,' said Miss Browning, throwing up her head.'It's disgrace enough to the people themselves, I consider, if they enter on a love affair without the proper sanction of parents.I know 'public opinion has changed on the subject; but when poor Gratia was married to Mr Byerley, he wrote to my father without ever having so much as paid her a compliment, or said more than the most trivial and commonplace things to her; and my father and mother sent for her into my father's study, and she said she never was so much frightened in her life, - and they said it was a very good offer, and Mr Byerley was a very worthy man, and they hoped she would behave properly to him when he came to supper that night.And after that he was allowed to come twice a week till they were married.My mother and I sate at our work in the bow-window of the Rectory drawing-room, and Gratia and Mr Byerley at the other end; and my mother always called my attention to some flower or plant in the garden when it struck nine, for that was his time for going.Without offence to the present company, I am rather inclined to look upon matrimony as a weakness to which some very worthy people are prone; but if they must be married, let them make the best of it, and go through the affair with dignity and propriety; or if there are misdoings and clandestine meetings, and such things, at any rate, never let me hear about them! I think it's you to play, Mrs Dawes.You'll excuse my frankness on the subject of matrimony! Mrs Goodenough there can tell you I'm a very out-spoken person.'

'It's not the out-speaking, it's what you say that goes against me, Miss Browning,' said Mrs Goodenough, affronted, yet ready to play her card as soon as needed, And as for Mrs Dawes, she was too anxious to get into the genteelest of all (Hollingford) society to object to whatever Miss Browning (who, in right of being a deceased rector's daughter, rather represented the selectest circle of the little town) advocated, celibacy, marriage, bigamy, or polygamy.

So the remainder of the evening passed over without any farther reference to the secret Mrs Goodenough was burning to disclose, unless a remark made àpropos de rien by Miss Browning, during the silence of a deal, could be supposed to have connexiong with the previous conversation.She said suddenly and abruptly, -'I don't know what I have done that any man should make me his slave.'

If she was referring to any prospect of matrimonial danger she saw opening before her fancy, she might have been comforted.But it was a remark of which no one took any notice, all being far too much engaged in the rubber.

Only when Miss Browning took her early leave (for Miss Phoebe had a cold, and was an invalid at home), Mrs Goodenough burst out with, -'Well! now I may speak out my mind, and say as how if there was a slave between us two, when Goodenough was alive, it wasn't me; and I don't think as it was pretty in Miss Browning to give herself such airs on her virginity when there was four widows in the room, - who've had six honest men among 'em for husbands.No offence, Miss Airy!' addressing an unfortunate little spinster, who found herself the sole representative of celibacy now that Miss Browning was gone.'I could tell her of a girl as she's very fond on, who's on the high road to matrimony; and in as cunning a way as ever I heerd on.going out at dusk to meet her sweetheart, just as if she was my Sally, or your Jenny.And her name is Molly too, - which, as I have often thought, shows a low taste in them as first called her so;' she might as well be a scullery-maid at oncest.Not that she's picked up anybody common; she's looked about her for a handsome fellow, and a smart young man enough!'

Every one around the table looked curious and intent on the disclosures being made, except the hostess, Mrs Dawes, who smiled intelligence with her eyes, and knowingly pursed up her mouth until Mrs Goodenough had finished her tale.Then she said demurely, -'I suppose you mean Mr Preston and Miss Gibson?'