The Evil Genius: A Domestic Story — page 200: what you’re looking at

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THE EVIL GENIUS. Peas « child apart from Miss Westerfield by force. My heart aches when I think of it.” ‘1m not surprised, Catherine. My granddaughter has been brought up on the modern system. Children are all little angels —no punishment—only gentle remonstrance—‘ Don’t be naughty, dear, because you will make poor mamma unhappy.’ And then mamma grieves over it and wonders over it, when she finds her little angel disobedient. Whata fatal system of education! All my success in life, every quality that endeared me to your father and Mr. Presty, every social charm that has made me the idol of society. I attribute entirely to judicious correction in early life, applied freely with the open hand. We will change the subject. Where is dear Bennydeck? I want to congratu- late him on his approaching marriage.” She Jooked hard at her daughter, and mentally added: ‘‘ He'll live to regret it!” Catherine knew nothing of the captain’s movements. ‘‘ Like you,” she told her mother, ‘‘ I have something to say to him, and I don’t know where he is.” Mrs. Presty still kept her eyes fixed on her daughter. Nobody observing Catherine's face, and judging also by the tone of her voice, would have supposed that she was alluding to the man whose irresistible attractions had won her. She looked ill at ease, and she spoke sadly. ‘You don’t seem to be in good spirits, my dear,” Mrs. Presty gently suggested. ‘‘ No lover’s quarrel already, I hope ?” ‘* Nothing of the kind.” ‘*Can I be of any use to you ?”’ ‘You might be of the greatest use. But I know, only too well, you would refuse.” Thus far Mrs. Presty had been animated by curiosity. She began now to feel vaguely alarmed. ‘‘ Afterall that I have done ior you,” she answered, ‘‘ I don’t think you ought to say that. Why should I refuse ?” Catherine hesitated. Her mother persisted in pressing her. ‘‘ Hasit anything todo with Captain Bennydeck ?” | ‘* Yes.” “What is it?” Catherine roused her courage. ‘“You know what it is as well asI do,” she said. ‘‘ Captain Bennydeck believes that I am free to marry him, because I am a widow. You might help me to tell him the truth.” What!!!” That exclamation of horror and astonishment was loud enough to have been heard in the garden. If Mrs. Presty’s hair rae been all her own, it must have been hair that stood on end. Catherine quietly rose. ‘‘ We won’t discuss it,” she said, with resignation. ‘‘I knew you would refuse me.” She approached the door. Her mother got up and resolutely stood in the way. ‘‘ Before you commit an act of downright madness,” Mrs. Presty said, ‘‘1 mean to try if I can stop you. Go back to your chair,” ECOMMICOOOKS (CO) im