Oh, mamma, mamma, sunshine at last, cried the girl, and trembling, weeping, and laughing hysterically, in turn, so great was her joy, she read the letter, which came upon Mrs Thorne as a surprise, her child having kept her quite in ignorance of the plans to prevent disappointment.
Then, I think it very disgraceful, very disgraceful indeed, Hazel, said the poor woman indignantly. They ought to be ashamed of themselves.
Ashamed, dear mother!
Now, dont you turn against me in my troubles, Hazel, cried Mrs Thorne. What have I done that my own child should begin to degrade me?
Degrade you? Oh, my own dear mother!
There there again! I dont care how low we are forced by the cruelty of my relatives, and your poor dear papas. I will never forget that I am a lady.
Surely not, dear, said Hazel soothingly.
Then why will you persist in calling me by that low, common, degrading term Mother?
Dear mamma, I thought it better under the circumstances.
No circumstances could excuse it, Hazel, said Mrs Thorne with dignity. Percy never speaks to me like that; and by-the-way, my dear, Percy says he must have a new suit: his mourning is getting so shabby, he is quite ashamed of it, and Im sure my heart bleeds every time I see the poor boy go out.
Yes, mamma, we will see what can be done, said Hazel, suppressing a sigh.
And as to that national school business, continued Mrs Thorne, it is disgraceful. Write and tell cousin Jane and her husband that, however low we may be reduced by poverty, my daughter will never forget that she is a lady.
But, mamma dear, said Hazel gently; it was entirely my idea, and I wrote for their help.
You you, Hazel my child propose to go to a common training school, and then accept a situation to teach a pack of dirty poor peoples children? Oh, what have I done what have I done to be called upon to suffer this new this pitiful degradation! What have I done?
It was hard work, but by degrees poor Mrs Thorne was brought round to think that perhaps perhaps she would go no farther it might be less degradation to accept an honourable post and do a great duty therein of helping to make so many girls better women by careful training, than to live in indigence as a kind of respectable pauper, subsisting on the assistance of grudging friends.
So the poor, weak, proud woman at last gave way, and the preliminaries being arranged, Hazel was about to leave home for the training institution full of hope, when there was a change in the state of affairs.
All this had taken place unknown to Mr Geringer, who was quite startled when he heard the plans, for they ran counter to his own.
It had been quite in keeping with his ideas that the Thornes should taste the bitters of poverty, and know what being impecunious really meant. The poorer they were the easier would be his task. Matters had gone on swimmingly. Their position had had its effect upon the Gravess, and his rival, as he called Archibald Graves, had left the field; six months had passed, and Hazel had grown to look upon him as a very dear friend, though not as a lover, and he had come to the conclusion that the time was now ripe for asking her to be his wife; in fact, he had had thoughts of speaking at their last meeting, but had been put off! Now he had come to find Mrs Thorne alone, and after a certain amount of preliminary, was about to speak, when the lady fired off her views and took him by surprise.
Go to a training institution become a schoolmistress! he cried. My dear Mrs Thorne, it is impossible.
Exactly my words, said the lady. Hazel, my dear child, I said, such a degradation is impossible.
Quite impossible, said Geringer; and then he drew nearer and talked for some time in a low voice to Mrs Thorne, who shed tears and sobbed greatly, and said that she had always looked upon him as their best and dearest friend.
I have waited, you see, he continued, for of course if I had felt that dear Hazel really cared for this young Graves I should have said nothing, and I fully know my deficiencies, my age, and such drawbacks; but I am tolerably wealthy, and I can give her all she has lost, restore her nearest and dearest to their proper place in society almost to the position they formerly held in the worlds esteem.
Mrs Thorne thought they were words of gold, and at Geringers request she not only readily promised to prepare Hazel, but that all should be as he wished.
Lhomme propose , as the French proverb has it and things do not always turn out as he wishes. Mr Geringer, after the preparation Hazel received from Mrs Thorne, proposed and was refused. Hazel said it was impossible, and such was her obstinacy, as Mrs Thorne called it, she refused to become a rich mans wife, and insisted upon going to the Whitelands training institution, condemning her unfortunate mother to a life of poverty and degradation, her brother to toil, and blasting her young sisters prospects, when she might have married, had her carriage, and all would have gone as merry as a marriage bell.