Mr Gibson pointed out this consequence to his wife; but she, in return, bade him remark that a present of game was pretty sure to follow upon the satisfactory execution of Lady Cumnor's wishes.Somehow, Mr Gibson did not quite like this consequence either; but he was silent about it, at any rate.Lady Harriet's letters were short and amusing.She had that sort of regard for her old governess which prompted her to write from time to time, and to feel glad when the half-voluntary task was accomplished.So there was no real outpouring of confidence, but enough news of the family and gossip of the place she was in, as she thought would make Clare feel that she was not forgotten by her former pupils, intermixed with moderate but sincere expressions of regard.How those letters were quoted and referred to by Mrs Gibson in her conversations with the Hollingford ladies! She had found out their effect at Ashcombe; and it was not less at Hollingford.
But she was rather perplexed at kindly messages to Molly, and at inquiries as to how the Miss Brownings liked the tea she had sent; and Molly had first to explain, and then to narrate at full length, all the occurrences of the afternoon at Ashcombe Manor House, and Lady Harriet's call upon her at Miss Brownings'.'What nonsense!' said Mrs Gibson, with some annoyance.'Lady Harriet only went to see you out of a desire of amusement.She would only make fun of the Miss Brownings, and then they will be quoting her and talking about her, just as if she was their intimate friend.' 'I don't think she did make fun of them.She really sounded as if she had been very kind.' 'And you suppose you know her ways better than I do, who have known her these fifteen years? I tell you she turns every one into ridicule who does not belong to her set.Why, she used always to speak of the Miss Brownings as "Pecksy and Flapsy."' 'She promised me she would not,' said Molly driven to bay.'Promised you! - Lady Harriet? What do you mean?' 'Only - she spoke of them as Pecksy and Flapsy - and when she talked of coming to call on me at their house, I asked her not to come if she was going to -- to make fun of them.' 'Upon my word! with all my long acquaintance with Lady Harriet I should never have ventured on such impertinence.' 'I didn't mean it as impertinence,' said Molly, sturdily.'And I don't think Lady Harriet took it as such.' 'You can't know anything about it.She can put on any kind of manner.' Just then Squire Hamley came in.It was his first call; and Mrs Gibson gave him a graceful welcome, and was quite ready to accept his apology for its tardiness, and to assure him that she quite understood the pressure of business on every landowner who farmed his own estate.But no such apology was made.He shook her hand heartily, as a mark of congratulation on her good fortune in having secured such a prize as his friend Gibson, but said nothing about his long neglect of duty.Molly, who by this time knew the few strong expressions of his countenance well, was sure that something was the matter, and that he was very much disturbed.He hardly attended to Mrs Gibson's fluent opening of conversation, for she had already determined to make a favourable impression on the father of the handsome young man who was heir to an estate, besides his own personal agreeableness; but he turned to Molly, and, addressing her, said - almost in a low voice, as if he was ****** a confidence to her that he did not intend Mrs Gibson to hear, - 'Molly, we are all wrong at home! Osborne has lost the fellowship at Trinity he went back to try for.Then he has gone and failed miserably in his degree, after all that he said, and that his mother said; and I, like a fool, went and boasted about my clever son.I can't understand it.I never expected anything extraordinary from Roger; but Osborne -- ! And then it has thrown madam into one of her bad fits of illness; and she seems to have a fancy for you, child! Your father came to see her this morning.Poor thing, she's very poorly, I'm afraid; and she told him how she should like to have you about her, and he said I might fetch you.You'll come, won't you, my dear?