"
It was my turn to start at that.
"What can you possibly mean?" I exclaimed. "The marriage is considered
by the whole family as a settled thing!"
"Mr. Godfrey Ablewhite is expected here to-day," she said doggedly.
"Wait till he comes--and you will see."
"But my dear Rachel----"
She rang the bell at the head of her bed. The person with the
cap-ribbons appeared.
"Penelope! my bath."
Let me give her her due. In the state of my feelings at that moment,
I do sincerely believe that she had hit on the only possible way of
forcing me to leave the room.
By the mere worldly mind my position towards Rachel might have been
viewed as presenting difficulties of no ordinary kind. I had reckoned on
leading her to higher things by means of a little earnest exhortation on
the subject of her marriage. And now, if she was to be believed, no such
event as her marriage was to take place at all. But ah, my friends! a
working Christian of my experience (with an evangelising prospect before
her) takes broader views than these. Supposing Rachel really broke off
the marriage, on which the Ablewhites, father and son, counted as a
settled thing, what would be the result? It could only end, if she held
firm, in an exchanging of hard words and bitter accusations on both
sides.
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