“I hope to try. It is the kind of work that I like. But do you not think—” with much hesitation in her tone, “that it is great good fortune for me?”
“But you deserve it, every bit. I rejoice that God did send it to you. Once in awhile some event comes out just right in this world.”
She smiled. “I want to tell you a few of our plans. I cannot help but think it best that Mrs. Fairlie and Kate have gone abroad. I shall feel more free, and he will have no opposition to encounter. Though I was afraid at first that it was not quite fair nor honest.”
“It certainly was best. And if they consult their own fancies and leave him alone they cannot blame him for marrying.”
“He wanted it to be very soon, though we have been engaged barely a month. I put it off until Autumn. There are so many things to think about. And he is so good.”
“He is. There can be no doubt on that point.”
“You know I could never leave mother. I told him so when he first spoke. I must have her with me, do for her while she lives, share part of my interest with her, and take much of hers. A person who cannot go out is so very dependant. He said that her home should be always with us, there was plenty of room in the house, and he meant to be a son to her; that he had never had a real mother like her. I am to make over all right in this place to her, and she can sell it or rent it, and have a little income of her own.”
“It is delightful. I shall be thankful to have you in that house. You will make a home of it, which it never has been.”
“We are going on in a quiet old fashioned way. I suppose people will think,” and an arch light crossed her face.
“They have not thought very much about it yet.”