MR. FARQUHAR'S ATTENTIONS TRANSFERRED
The next morning, as Jemima and her mother sat at their work, it came into the head of the former to remember her father's very marked way of thanking Ruth the evening before. "What a favourite Mrs. Denbigh is with papa!" said she. "I am sure I don't wonder at it. Did you notice, mamma, how he thanked her for coming here last night?" "Yes, dear; but I don't think it was all----" Mrs. Bradshaw stopped short.
She was never certain if it was right or wrong to say anything. "Not all what?" asked Jemima, when she saw her mother was not going to finish the sentence. "Not all because Mrs. Denbigh came to tea here," replied Mrs. Bradshaw. "Why, what else could he be thanking her for? What has she done?" asked Jemima, stimulated to curiosity by her mother's hesitating manner. "I don't know if I ought to tell you," said Mrs. Bradshaw. "Oh, very well!" said Jemima, rather annoyed. "Nay, dear! your papa never said I was not to tell; perhaps I may." "Never mind; I don't want to hear," in a piqued tone. There was silence for a little while. Jemima was trying to think of something else, but her thoughts would revert to the wonder what Mrs. Denbigh could have done for her father. "I think I may tell you, though," said Mrs. Bradshaw, half questioning. Jemima had the honour not to urge any confidence, but she was too curious to take any active step towards repressing it. Mrs. Bradshaw went on--"I think you deserve to know. It is partly your doing that papa is so pleased with Mrs. Denbigh. He is going to buy her a silk gown this morning, and I think you ought to know why." "Why?" asked Jemima. "Because papa is so pleased to find that you mind what she says." "I mind what she says! To be sure I do, and always did. But why should papa give her a gown for that? I think he ought to give it me rather,"said Jemima, half laughing. "I am sure he would, dear; he will give you one, I am certain, if you want one. He was so pleased to see you like your old self to Mr. Farquhar last night. We neither of us could think what had come over you this last month;but now all seems right." A dark cloud came over Jemima's face. She did not like this close observation and constant comment upon her manners; and what had Ruth to do with it? "I am glad you were pleased," said she, very coldly. Then, after a pause, she added, "But you have not told me what Mrs. Denbigh had to do with my good behaviour." "Did not she speak to you about it?" asked Mrs. Bradshaw, looking up. "No. Why should she? She has no right to criticise what I do. She would not be so impertinent," said Jemima, feeling very uncomfortable and suspicious. "Yes, love! she would have had a right, for papa had desired her to do it." "Papa desired her! What do you mean, mamma?" "Oh dear! I dare say I should not have told you," said Mrs. Bradshaw, perceiving, from Jemima's tone of voice, that something had gone wrong. "Only you spoke as if it would be impertinent in Mrs. Denbigh, and I am sure she would not. do anything that was impertinent. You know, it would be but right for her to do what papa told her; and he said a great deal to her, the other day, about finding out why you were so cross, and bringing you right.
And you are right now, dear!" said Mrs. Bradshaw soothingly, thinking that Jemima was annoyed (like a good child) at the recollection of how naughty she had been. "Then papa is going to give Mrs. Denbigh a gown because I was civil to Mr. Farquhar last night?" "Yes, dear!" said Mrs. Bradshaw, more and more frightened at Jemima's angry manner of speaking--low-toned, but very indignant. Jemima remembered, with smouldered anger, Ruth's pleading way of wiling her from her sullenness the night before. Management everywhere! but in this case it was peculiarly revolting; so much so, that she could hardly bear to believe that the seemingly transparent Ruth had lent herself to it. "Are you sure, mamma, that papa asked Mrs. Denbigh to make me behave differently?
It seems so strange." "I am quite sure. He spoke to her last Friday morning in the study. I remember it was Friday, because Mrs. Dean was working here." Jemima remembered now that she had gone into the schoolroom on the Friday, and found her sisters lounging about, and wondering what papa could possibly want with Mrs. Denbigh. After this conversation Jemima repulsed all Ruth's timid efforts to ascertain the cause of her disturbance, and to help her if she could. Ruth's tender, sympathising manner, as she saw Jemima daily looking more wretched, was distasteful to the latter in the highest degree. She could not say that Mrs. Denbigh's conduct was positively wrong--it might even be quite right;but it was inexpressibly repugnant to her to think of her father consulting with a stranger (a week ago she almost considered Ruth as a sister) how to manage his daughter, so as to obtain the end he wished for; yes, even if that end was for her own good. She was thankful and glad to see a brown paper parcel lying on the hall-table, with a note in Ruth's handwriting, addressed to her father. She knew what it was, the grey silk dress. That she was sure Ruth would never accept. No one henceforward could induce Jemima to enter into conversation with Mr. Farquhar. She suspected manoeuvring in the simplest actions, and was miserable in this constant state of suspicion. She would not allow herself to like Mr. Farquhar, even when he said things the most after her own heart.
She heard him, one evening, talking with her father about the principles of trade. Her father stood out for the keenest, sharpest work, consistent with honesty; if he had not been her father, she would, perhaps, have thought some of his sayings inconsistent with true Christian honesty. He was for driving hard bargains, exacting interest and payment of just bills to a day. That was (he said) the only way in which trade could be conducted.