The Angel and The Demon CHAPTER 10.
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"Who is that old woman I met on the stairs just now?" inquired Mr. Fleetwood, late in the afternoon of the day made memorable by the entrance of Mrs. Jeckyl into the Dainty family.
"It is our new governess," replied Agnes, to whom the question was addressed. A look of disgust marred her face as she spoke.
"Your new governess!" exclaimed Uncle John, in amazement. "When did she come, and where from?"
"She came two hours ago; but whether she dropped from the clouds, or was dug out of the earth, is more than I can tell. She's horrible! I don't know what's come over mother!"
"Who is she? What is her name?"
"A wicked-looking old woman, whom mother calls an accomplished English lady. Her name is Jeckyl."
"Jeckyl? Jeckyl?" Uncle John shook his head. "Never heard of her before."
"Nor anybody else but mother. And where she found her, no one only knows!"
"Why was Florence Harper sent away?"
A sad expression came into the face of Agnes, as she replied —
"My fault, I suppose. In my blind self-will, I resisted her when she was right and I was wrong; and I complained of her unjustly. Mother talked very roughly to her — she's always done that; and then — and then, I believe, Miss Harper went away."
"Miss Harper was a kind, good girl," said Uncle John, "and tried always to do what was right. I am sorry you misunderstood or resisted her, for she was the best friend you will ever find in a governess."
"I know she was, uncle; and I have learned it just too late. Oh, I would give anything in the world to have her back again."
"I must see your mother at once," said Uncle John. "Where is she?"
"In her own room."
"Will you say that I want her?"
Agnes went to her mother's room.
"Uncle John wishes to see you," said she.
"What does he want to see me about?" asked Mrs. Dainty.
"I don't know. He's waiting for you over in the sitting-room."
"Tell him I'm very engaged just now."
But that reply didn't suit Uncle John at all.
"What is she doing?" he inquired of Agnes.
"Reading."
"Ah, well! If she can't come to me, I can, at least, go to her." And Uncle John left the sitting room. Mrs. Dainty startled and looked confused as Mr. Fleetwood entered her chamber.
"Very particularly engaged?" said the old gentleman, a little sarcastically.
"I didn't imagine that your business was one of life and death!" retorted Mrs. Dainty, with heightening color.
"And yet it may be, for all your defect of imagination," said the old man, seating himself with the air of one who had something on his mind.
"Where is Florence Harper?"
"That is a question not in my power to answer," replied Mrs. Dainty. "She left here some hours ago."
"Why did she leave?"
"I sent her away."
"For what cause?"
"She did not suit me."
"In what respect?"
"In all respects."
"May I ask another question?"
"Forty, if you like."
"Who is that old woman I met on the stairs a little while ago?"
"Old woman! I've seen no old woman." Mrs. Dainty emphasized the last words.
"A middle-aged woman, then, with a hard — almost wicked — face. She was dressed in black."
"Our new governess, probably," said Mrs. Dainty.
"That old hag is your new governess!" Uncle John felt outraged, and spoke intemperately.
"I beg of you not to use such language, Uncle John." Mrs. Dainty affected calmness, and spoke in a tone of quiet rebuke. "The person to whom you refer, is an accomplished English lady, whose husband — a man of rank, I believe — died in the East India Company's service."
"Phah! More like a cast-off, overage maid!" retorted Uncle John, with overflowing indignation.
"This is insufferable!" exclaimed Mrs. Dainty, losing temper.
"What is insufferable?"
It was Uncle John's turn to assume an exterior calmness.
"Your unwarrantable interference in our family concerns! It has come to a pretty pass when I cannot even buy a beefsteak, or turn off a disorderly servant — but you must interfere in the matter and volunteer an ignorant condemnation. To tell you the plain truth, Uncle John, I am getting very tired of this, and wish it to end. I didn't consult you about this affair, because I didn't think it one in which you had any rights or interest."
"Indeed! You ignore my interests quite summarily. Did you consult your husband?" inquired Mr. Fleetwood.
"No, I did not!" was replied. "There was no occasion to worry his mind on the subject."
"Probably you thought he had no more right in the case, than your troublesome old uncle," said Mr. Fleetwood, sarcastically.
"Whether he had or not, doesn't signify in the present controversy," replied Mrs. Dainty, still showing a great deal of angry excitement, "I chose to send away an offensive, upstart American girl, who didn't know her place, and who kept the children by force — and take in her stead an accomplished, middle-aged lady, with years and experience on her side. I have no question in regard to my husband's acquiescence, and therefore shall not permit you to bully me on the subject. So please, Uncle John, spare me any further annoyance! It will only tend to produce, in both of us, states of unkindness."
"Where so much is at stake — I must venture much," said Mr. Fleetwood. "I implore you, in turn — be not offended, if I press you on this subject. The love I bear for you and these children will not let me keep silence. You have strangely misapprehended Florence Harper. She — "
"Uncle John!" Mrs. Dainty interrupted the old gentleman, "I have shut the door against her — so let her name die in this house. I shall not consent to argue with you, either her good or evil qualities. I know just as much of her as I ever care to know."
"What do you know of this Mrs. Jeckyl, to whom, in such mad haste, you have given over the care of your children? An accomplished English lady? Is that the extent of your knowledge? Did you ever hear of her before today?"
"Go on, Uncle John! Go on! I will try to be patient!" said Mrs. Dainty, leaning back in her chair and forcing a smile of resignation to her lips.
"A fig for your patience! Answer me in reason!" retorted the old gentleman.
In this spirit, the controversy went on for more than half an hour, no advantage whatever being gained by Uncle John. Mrs. Dainty said that she had tried a governess of hisselection, and tried her faithfully; and now she was going to try one of her own choosing, and, if he talked until doomsday, it would not, in the smallest degree, affect her purposes in the case.
Most reluctantly did Mr. Fleetwood consent to abandon the argument. He felt that too much was at stake. But the woman's will, was altogether too strong for him. Mrs. Dainty had made up her mind to have her own way, and all remonstrance, argument, and persuasion — went for nothing with her.
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