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The Vice-Consort
by
“So far I had not seen a thing to laugh at, but I was deeply interested. ‘How came all this to be known?’ I asked. ‘Has Miss Temple gone about telling people?’
“‘Oh, no, indeed; she is not that sort of person. A good many of the village ladies know it, and I think they always have heard it from those prudent ladies who were providing for their husbands’ futures. People talk about it, of course, but they are very careful that nothing they say shall reach Margaret Temple’s ears.’
“‘Tell me about some of the people,’ I said, ‘who want to secure Miss Temple as a successor. Do they all feel as though they are likely to die?’
“‘Not all of them,’ answered Emily. ‘There is Mrs. Hendrickson, who was obliged to go to Arizona on account of her father’s property. He was very rich, and died not long ago. Her husband has to stay at home to attend to his business, and she could not take her little baby; and although she is just as healthy as anybody, she knew all the dangers of railroad travelling, and all sorts of things in that far-away place; and, before she packed her trunk, she went to Margaret Temple and asked her to promise that if she died out there, she, Margaret, would marry Mr. Hendrickson. This I know for certain, for Mrs. Hendrickson told me herself.’
“‘Did Miss Temple promise?’
“‘That I did not hear,’ replied Emily. ‘Mrs. Hendrickson was in a great hurry, and perhaps she did not intend to tell me, anyway. But I do not believe Margaret absolutely refused; at least, it would not have been prudent for her to do so. The Hendricksons are rich, and he is a fine man. There would be nothing in the way of such a match.’
“‘Except the return of the wife,’ I remarked.
“Emily smiled. ‘And then there was poor Mrs. Windham,’ she continued. ‘Everybody knew she asked Margaret. She left a son about eight years old who is very delicate. The poor woman has not been dead long enough for anything to come of that, but I do not believe anything ever will. There are people who say that Mr. Windham drinks; but I have seen no signs of it. Then there is another one–and no matter what you may hear people say about these things, you must never mention that I told you this. Mrs. Barnes, the rector’s wife, has spoken to Margaret on the subject. She looks very well, so far as I can judge; but there is consumption in her family. She is almost bigoted in regard to the duties of a rector’s wife. She tries just as hard as she can to fill the position properly herself, and she knows Mr. Barnes would never be satisfied with any one who did not agree with him as she does about the responsibilities of a rector’s wife.’
“‘Does Margaret Temple agree with him?’ I asked.
“‘I do not know, for I never talked with her on the subject,’ replied Emily, ‘but she is very apt to think what is right. Besides, it is believed that Mrs. Barnes has not only spoken to Margaret, but to the rector himself; and if he had not thought the plan a good one, Mrs. Barnes would have dropped it; and, from things I have heard her say, I know she has not dropped it.’
“Emily looked as though she were about to rise, and I quickly exclaimed: ‘But that is only three. Who are the others?’
“‘One of them,’ said she, ‘is Mrs. Clinton. There is nothing the matter with her physically, but she is very rich, and is prudent and careful about everything that belongs to her, while her husband is not a business man at all and never has anything to do with money matters of importance. There are three children, and she has reason to feel anxious about them should they and their property be left in the charge of Mr. Clinton, or to the tender mercies of some woman who would marry him for the sake of his wealth. You can see for yourself that it is no wonder she casts her eyes upon Margaret. I believe Mrs. Clinton could die happy if she could see her husband and Margaret Temple promise themselves to each other at her bedside.’