“Good child, she always thinks of poor Hatty,” he said to himself, and his eyes glistened. “They are all good girls, but not one of them is so unselfish as my little Betty; she takes after her mother in that. Dora never thinks of herself.”
Bessie went about her household tasks with a light heart, for she had the prospect of a pleasant afternoon before her. The drive to Castleton would be lovely, and she would hear what her father had to say about the letter. So she was ready and waiting by the time the pretty little victoria came around to the door, and as Dr. Lambert stood on the porch, he thought the happy, sunshiny face looked very attractive under the new gray hat.
“You look very smart, Bessie,” he said, smiling. “Have I seen that very becoming hat before?”
“Only last Sunday,” returned Bessie brightly; “but I always put on my best things when I drive with you, that your daughter may do you credit;” for Bessie in her heart thought her father the handsomest man in Cliffe; and indeed many people admired the doctor’s clever, refined face, and quiet, genial manners.
The sturdy little roan trotted briskly down the lower road, as it was called, and Bessie leaned back and looked dreamily at the golden ripples that lay on the water, while the branches overhead threw flickering shadows on the road before them, until her father’s voice roused her.
“You and I are to have some talk together, I believe. Would you like to see Mrs. Sefton’s letter, Bessie? Your mother showed me the one you received from her daughter.” And as Bessie eagerly assented, he handed it to her.
“It is a very nice letter,” she observed, as soon as she had finished it; “it could not be more kindly expressed.”
“No; Mrs. Sefton is a ladylike woman, and she knows exactly what to say. It is a grand thing to have tact.” And then he paused for a moment, and continued in an amused voice, “The world is a very small place after all. I have lived long enough in it not to be surprised at running against all sorts of odd people in all sorts of odd places, but I must own I was a little taken aback when you brought Miss Sefton into my house that night.”
“You knew Mrs. Sefton when you were a young man, father?”
“I suppose I knew her fairly well, for I was engaged to her for six months.” And as Bessie started, “Well, you will think that an odd speech for a father to make to his daughter, but, you see, I know our Bessie is a reliable little woman, who can keep her tongue silent. I have my reasons for telling you this. You have always been your mother’s companion, as well as my right hand, and I would not let you go to The Grange in ignorance of the character of its inhabitants.”