Dolly Dialogues | Page 5

know. 'My dear Niece,--I have heard with great gratification of your engagement. Your aunt and I unite in all good wishes. I recollect Lord Mickleham's father when I had a curacy near Worcester. He was a regular attendant at church and a supporter of all good works in the diocese. If only his son takes after him (fancy Archie!) You have secured a prize. I hope you have a proper sense of the responsibilities you are undertaking. Marriage affords no small opportunities, it also entails certain trials--'"
"Why, you're reading Aunt Georgiana again."
"Am I? No, it's Uncle William."
"Then let's try a fresh cast--unless you'll finish Georgy Vane's."
"Well, here's Cousin Susan's. She's an old maid, you know. It's very long. Here's a bit: 'Woman has it in her power to exercise a sacred influence. I have not the pleasure of knowing Lord Mickleham, but I hope, my dear, that you will use your power over him for good. It is useless for me to deny that when you stayed with me, I thought you were addicted to frivolity. Doubtless marriage will sober you. Try to make a good use of its lessons I am sending you a biscuit tin'--and so on."
"A very proper letter," said I.
Miss Dolly indulged in a slight grimace, and took up another letter.
"This," she said, "is from my sister-in-law, Mrs. Algernon Foster."
"A daughter of Lord Doldrums, wasn't she?"
"Yes. 'My dear Dorothea,--I have heard your news. I do hope it will turn out happily. I believe that any woman who conscientiously does her duty can find happiness in married life. Her husband and children occupy all her time and all her thoughts, and if she can look for few of the lighter pleasures of life, she has at least the knowledge that she is of use in the world. Please accept the accompanying volumes (it's Browning) as a small--' I say, Mr. Carter, do you think it's really like that?"
"There is still time to draw back," I observed.
"Oh, don't be silly. Here, this is my brother Tom's. 'Dear Dol,--I thought Mickleham rather an ass when I met him, but I dare say you know best. What's his place like? Does he take a moor? I thought I read that he kept a yacht. Does he? Give him my love and a kiss. Good luck, old girl. Tom. P.S.--I'm glad it's not me, you know.'"
"A disgusting letter," I observed.
"Not at all," said Miss Dolly, dimpling. "It's just like dear old Tom. Listen to grandpapa's. 'My dear Granddaughter,--The alliance' (I rather like it's being called an alliance, Mr. Carter. It sounds like the Royal Family, doesn't it?) 'you are about to contract is in all respects a suitable one. I send you my blessing and a small check to help towards your trousseau.--Yours affectionately, Jno. Wm. Foster.'"
"That," said I, "is the best up to now."
"Yes, it's 500," said she, smiling. "Here's old Lady M.'s."
"Whose?" I exclaimed.
"Archie's mother's, you know. 'My dear Dorothea (as I suppose I must call you now)--Archibald has informed us of his engagement, and I and the girls (there are five girls, Mr. Carter) hasten to welcome his bride. I am sure Archie will make his wife very happy. He is rather particular (like his dear father), but he has a good heart, and is not fidgety about his meals. Of course we shall be delighted to move out of The Towers at once. I hope we shall see a great deal of you soon. Archie is full of your praises, and we thoroughly trust his taste. Archie--' It's all about Archie, you see."
"Naturally," said I.
"Well, I don't know. I suppose I count a little, too. Oh, look here. Here's Cousin Fred's, but he's always so silly. I shan't read you his."
"O, just a bit of it," I pleaded.
"Well, here's one bit. 'I suppose I can't murder him, so I must wish him joy. All I can say is, Dolly, that he's the luckiest (something I can't read--either fellow or--devil) I ever heard of. I wonder if you've forgotten that evening--'"
"Well, go on." For she stopped.
"Oh, there's nothing else."
"In fact, you have forgotten the evening?"
"Entirely," said Miss Dolly, tossing her head.
"But he sends me a love of a bracelet. He can't possibly pay for it, poor boy."
"Young knave!" said I severely. (I had paid for my pearl heart.)
"Then comes a lot from girls. Oh, there's one from Maud Tottenham--she's a second cousin, you know--it's rather amusing. 'I used to know your FIANCE slightly. He seemed very nice, but it's a long while ago, and I never saw much of him. I hope he is really fond of you, and that it is not a mere fancy. Since you love him so much, it would be a pity if he did not care deeply for you.'"
"Interpret, Miss Dolly," said