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Just Going To Do It
by
Such being their circumstances, it may well be supposed that Lucy and her mother felt deeply anxious to hear from Mr. Burgess, and counted not only the hours as they passed, but the minutes that made up the hours. Neither of them remarked on the fact that the day had nearly come to its close without any communication having been received, although both had expected to have heard much earlier from Mr. Burgess. As the twilight began to fall, its gloom making their hearts feel sadder, Mrs. Ellison said, “Don’t you think we ought to have heard from Mr. Burgess by this time, Lucy?”
“I hoped to have received some intelligence before this,” replied the daughter. “But perhaps we are impatient; it takes time to do every thing.”
“Yes; but it wouldn’t take Mr. Burgess long to call upon Mr. C—-. He might have done it in half an hour from the time you saw him.”
“If he could have left his business to do so; but you know men in business cannot always command their time.”
“I know; but still”–
“He has no doubt called,” continued Lucy, interrupting her mother, for she could not bear to hear even an implied censure passed upon Mr. Burgess; “but he may not have obtained an interview with Mr. C—-, or he may be waiting for a definite answer. I think during the evening we shall certainly hear from him.”
But notwithstanding Lucy and her mother lingered up until past eleven o’clock, the so-anxiously looked for communication was not received.
All the next day they passed in a state of nervous solicitude and anxious expectation, but night found them still ignorant as to what Mr. Burgess had done.
On the next day, unable to bear the suspense any longer, Lucy went to the store of Mr. Burgess about ten o’clock.
“Have you called upon Mr. C—-yet?” she asked, before he had time to more than bid her a good-morning.
“I was going to do it this moment,” replied Mr. Burgess, looking confused, yet trying to assume a bland and cordial manner.
In spite of her efforts to appear indifferent, the countenance of Lucy fell and assumed a look of painful disappointment.
“You shall hear from me in an hour,” said Mr. Burgess, feeling strongly condemned for his neglect. “I have had a great many things on my mind for these two days past, and have been much occupied with business. I regret exceedingly the delay, but you may rely upon my attending to it at once. As I said, I was just going out for the very purpose when you called. Excuse me to your mother, and tell her that she will certainly hear from me within the next hour. Tell her that I have already made one or two efforts to see Mr. C—-, but without succeeding in my object. He happened not to be at home when I called.”
Lucy stammered out a reply, bade Mr. Burgess good-morning, and returned home with a heavy heart. She had little doubt but that the vacancy was already supplied. Scarcely half an hour elapsed, when a note was left. It was briefly as follows:–
“Mr. Burgess’s compliments to Mrs. Ellison. Is very sorry to say that the vacancy in Mr. C—-‘s seminary has already been filled. If in any thing else Mr. B. can be of any service, Mrs. E. will please feel at perfect liberty in calling upon him. He exceedingly regrets that his application to Mr. C—-was not more successful.”
The note dropped from the hands of Mrs. Ellison, and she groaned audibly. Lucy snatched it up, and took in its contents at a single glance. She made no remark, but clasped her hands together and drew them tightly across her breast, while her eyes glanced involuntarily upward.
About an hour afterwards, a lady who felt a good deal of interest in Mrs. Ellison, and who knew of the application that was to be made through Mr. Burgess to Mr. C—-, called in to express her sincere regret at Lucy’s having failed to secure the situation, a knowledge of which had just reached her ears.