Mrs Kirkpatrick fondled her hand more perseveringly than ever, hoping thus to express a sufficient amount of sympathy to prevent her from saying anything injudicious.But the caress had become wearisome to Molly, and only irritated her nerves.She took her hand out of Mrs Kirkpatrick's, with a slight manifestation of impatience.It was, perhaps, fortunate for the general peace that just at this moment Mr Gibson was announced.It is odd enough to see how the entrance of a person of the opposite sex into an assemblage of either men or women calms down the little discordances and the disturbance of mood.It was the case now; at Mr Gibson's entrance my lady took off her glasses, and smoothed her brow; Mrs Kirkpatrick managed to get up a very becoming blush, and as for Molly, her face glowed with delight, and the white teeth and pretty dimples came out like sunlight on a landscape.Of course, after the first greeting, my lady had to have a private interview with her doctor; and Molly and her future stepmother wandered about in the gardens with their arms round each other's waists, or hand in hand, like the babes in the wood; Mrs Kirkpatrick active in such endearments, Molly passive, and feeling within herself very shy and strange; for she had that particular kind of shy modesty which makes any one uncomfortable at receiving caresses from a person towards whom the heart does not go forth with an impulsive welcome.Then came the early dinner; Lady Cumnor having hers in the quiet of her own room, to which she was still a prisoner.Once or twice during the meal, the idea crossed Molly's mind that her father disliked his position as a middle-aged lover being made so evident to the men in waiting as it was by Mrs Kirkpatrick's affectionate speeches and innuendos.He tried to banish every tint of pink sentimentalism from the conversation, and to confine it to matter of fact; and when Mrs Kirkpatrick would persevere in dwelling upon such facts as had a bearing upon the future relationship of the parties, he insisted upon viewing them in the most matter-of-fact way; and this continued even after the men had left the room.An old rhyme Molly had heard Betty use, would keep running in her head and making her uneasy, - Two is company, Three is trumpery.But where could she go to in that strange house? What ought she to do?
She was roused from this fit of wonder and abstraction by her father's saying, - 'What do you think of this plan of Lady Cumnor's? She says she was advising you to have Molly as a visitor at Ashcombe until we are married.' Mrs Kirkpatrick's countenance fell.If only Molly would be so good as to testify again, as she had done before Lady Cumnor! But if the proposal was made by her father, it would come to his daughter from a different quarter than it had done from a strange lady, be she ever so great.Molly did not say anything; she only looked pale, and wistful, and anxious.Mrs Kirkpatrick had to speak for herself.'It would be a charming plan, only - Well! we know why we would rather not have it, don't we, love? And we won't tell papa, for fear of making him vain.No! I think I must leave her with you, dear Mr Gibson, for a tête-à-tête for these last few weeks.It would be cruel to take her away.' 'But you know, my dear, I told you of the reason why it does not do to have Molly at home just at present,' said Mr Gibson, eagerly.For the more he knew of his future wife, the more he felt it necessary to remember that, with all her foibles, she would be able to stand between Molly and any such adventures as that which had occurred lately with Mr Coxe; so that one of the good reasons for the step he had taken was always present to him, while it had slipped off the smooth surface of Mrs Kirkpatrick's mirror-like mind without leaving any impression.She now recalled it, on seeing Mr Gibson's anxious face.But what were Molly's feelings at these last words of her father's? She had been sent from home for some reason, kept a secret from her, but told to this strange woman.Was there to be perfect confidence between these two, and she to be for ever shut out? Was she, and what concerned her -though how, she did not know - to be discussed between them for the future, and she to be kept in the dark? A bitter pang of jealousy made her heart-sick.
