"_We hear that Miss Daisy Griffith, who earned golden opinions in the provinces last winter with her d.i.c.k Whittington, is about to be married to Sir Herbert Ously-Farrowham. Her friends, and their name is legion, will join with us in the heartiest congratulations._"
He returned the paper without answering.
"Well?" asked his wife.
"It is nothing to me. I don"t know either of the parties mentioned."
At that moment there was a knock at the door, and Mrs Gray and Miss Reed entered, having met on the doorstep. Mrs Griffith at once regained her self-possession.
"Have you heard the news, Mrs Griffith?" said Miss Reed.
"D"you mean about the marriage of Sir Herbert Ously-Farrowham?" She mouthed the long name.
"Yes," replied the two ladies together.
"It is nothing to me.... I have no daughter, Mrs Gray."
"I"m sorry to hear you say that, Mrs Griffith," said Mrs Gray very stiffly. "I think you show a most unforgiving spirit."
"Yes," said Miss Reed; "I can"t help thinking that if you"d treated poor Daisy in a--well, in a more _Christian_ way, you might have saved her from a great deal."
"Yes," added Mrs Gray. "I must say that all through I don"t think you"ve shown a nice spirit at all. I remember poor, dear Daisy quite well, and she had a very sweet character. And I"m sure that if she"d been treated a little more gently, nothing of all this would have happened."
Mrs Gray and Miss Reed looked at Mrs Griffith sternly and reproachfully; they felt themselves like G.o.d Almighty judging a miserable sinner. Mrs Griffith was extremely angry; she felt that she was being blamed most unjustly, and, moreover, she was not used to being blamed.
"I"m sure you"re very kind, Mrs Gray and Miss Reed, but I must take the liberty of saying that I know best what my daughter was."
"Mrs Griffith, all I say is this--you are not a good mother."
"Excuse me, madam."... said Mrs Griffith, having grown red with anger; but Mrs Gray interrupted.
"I am truly sorry to have to say it to one of my parishioners, but you are not a good Christian. And we all know that your husband"s business isn"t going at all well, and I think it"s a judgment of Providence."
"Very well, ma"am," said Mrs Griffith, getting up. "You"re at liberty to think what you please, but I shall not come to church again. Mr Friend, the Baptist minister, has asked me to go to his chapel, and I"m sure he won"t treat me like that."
"I"m sure we don"t want you to come to church in that spirit, Mrs Griffith. That"s not the spirit with which you can please G.o.d, Mrs Griffith. I can quite imagine now why dear Daisy ran away. You"re no Christian."
"I"m sure I don"t care what you think, Mrs Gray, but I"m as good as you are."
"Will you open the door for me, Mrs Griffith?" said Mrs Gray, with outraged dignity.
"Oh, you can open it yourself, Mrs Gray!" replied Mrs Griffith.
XI
Mrs Griffith went to see her daughter-in-law.
"I"ve never been spoken to in that way before," she said. "Fancy me not being a Christian! I"m a better Christian than Mrs Gray, any day. I like Mrs Gray, with the airs she gives herself--as if she"d got anything to boast about!... No, Edith, I"ve said it, and I"m not the woman to go back on what I"ve said--I"ll not go to church again. From this day I go to chapel."
But George came to see his mother a few days later.
"Look here, mother, Edith says you"d better forgive Daisy now."
"George," cried his mother, "I"ve only done my duty all through, and if you think it"s my duty to forgive my daughter now she"s going to enter the bonds of holy matrimony, I will do so. No one can say that I"m not a Christian, and I haven"t said the Lord"s Prayer night and morning ever since I remember for nothing."
Mrs Griffith sat down to write, looking up to her son for inspiration.
"Dearest Daisy!" he said.
"No, George," she replied, "I"m not going to cringe to my daughter, although she is going to be a lady; I shall simply say, "Daisy.""
The letter was very dignified, gently reproachful, for Daisy had undoubtedly committed certain peccadilloes, although she was going to be a baronet"s wife; but still it was completely forgiving, and Mrs Griffith signed herself, "_Your loving and forgiving mother, whose heart you nearly broke._"
But the letter was not answered, and a couple of weeks later the same Sunday paper contained an announcement of the date of the marriage and the name of the church. Mrs Griffith wrote a second time.
"_MY DARLING DAUGHTER,--I am much surprised at receiving no answer to my long letter. All is forgiven. I should so much like to see you again before I die, and to have you married from your father"s house. All is forgiven.--Your loving mother,_
"_MARY ANN GRIFFITH._"
This time the letter was returned unopened.
"George," cried Mrs Griffith, "she"s got her back up."
"And the wedding"s to-morrow," he replied.
"It"s most awkward, George. I"ve told all the Blackstable people that I"ve forgiven her and that Sir Herbert has written to say he wants to make my acquaintance. And I"ve got a new dress on purpose to go to the wedding. Oh! she"s a cruel and exasperating thing, George; I never liked her. You were always my favourite."
"Well, I do think she"s not acting as she should," replied George. "And I"m sure I don"t know what"s to be done."
But Mrs Griffith was a woman who made up her mind quickly.
"I shall go up to town and see her myself, George; and you must come too."
"I"ll come up with you, mother, but you"d better go to her alone, because I expect she"s not forgotten the last time I saw her."
They caught a train immediately, and having arrived at Daisy"s house, Mrs Griffith went up the steps while George waited in a neighbouring public-house. The door was opened by a smart maid--much smarter than the Vicarage maid at Blackstable, as Mrs Griffith remarked with satisfaction. On finding that Daisy was at home, she sent up a message to ask if a lady could see her.
The maid returned.
"Would you give your name, madam? Miss Griffith cannot see you without."
Mrs Griffith had foreseen the eventuality, and, unwilling to give her card, had written another little letter, using Edith as amanuensis, so that Daisy should at least open it. She sent it up. In a few minutes the maid came down again.
"There"s no answer," and she opened the door for Mrs Griffith to go out.