If Squire Hamley had been unable to tell Molly who had ever been thought of as her father's second wife, fate was all this time preparing an answer of a pretty positive kind to her wondering curiosity.But fate is a cunning hussy, and builds up her plans as imperceptibly as a bird builds her nest;and with much the same kind of unconsidered trifles.' The first 'trifle'
of an event was the disturbance which Jenny (Mr Gibson's cook) chose to make at Bethia's being dismissed.Bethia was a distant relation and protegee of Jenny's, and she chose to say it was Mr Coxe the tempter who ought to have 'been sent packing,' not Bethia the tempted, the victim.In this view there was quite enough plausibility to make Mr Gibson feel that he had been rather unjust.He had, however, taken care to provide Bethia with another situation, to the full as good as that which she held in his family.
Jenny, nevertheless, chose to give warning; and though Mr Gibson knew full well from former experience that her warnings were words, not deeds, he hated the discomfort, the uncertainty, - the entire disagreeableness of meeting a woman at any time in his house, who wore a grievance and an injury upon her face as legibly as Jenny took care to do.Down into the middle of this small domestic trouble came another, and one of greater consequence.Miss Eyre had gone with her old mother, and her orphan nephews and nieces, to the sea-side, during Molly's absence, which was only intended at first to last for a fortnight.After about ten days of this time had elapsed, Mr Gibson received a beautifully written, beautifully worded, admirably folded, and most neatly sealed letter from Miss Eyre.
Her eldest nephew had fallen ill of scarlet fever, and there was every probability that the younger children would be attacked by the same complaint.
It was distressing enough for poor Miss Eyre - this additional expense, this anxiety - the long detention from home which the illness involved.