Mind you send her, or bring her, Gibson; and just give a word to your groom, for I'm sure that pony wasn't singed last year, now, was he? Don't forget Thursday, little girl - what's your name? - it's a promise between us, is it not?' And off the earl trotted, attracted by the sight of the farmer's eldest son on the other side of the yard.Mr.Gibson mounted, and he and Molly rode off.They did not speak for some time.Then she said, 'May I go, papa?' in rather an anxious little tone of voice.'Where, my dear?' said he, wakening up out of his own professional thoughts.'To the Towers - on Thursday, you know.That gentleman' (she was shy of calling him by his title) 'asked me.' 'Would you like it, my dear? It has always seemed to me rather a tiresome piece of gaiety - rather a tiring day, I mean - beginning so early - and the heat, and all that.' 'Oh, papa!' said Molly reproachfully.'You'd like to go then, would you?' 'Yes if I may! - He asked me, you know.Don't you think I may? - he asked me twice over.' 'Well! we'll see - yes! I think we can manage it, if you wish it so much, Molly.' Then they were silent again.By-and-by, Molly said: 'Please, papa - I do wish to go - but I don't care about it.' 'That's rather a puzzling speech.But I suppose you mean you don't care to go, if it will be any trouble to get you there.I can easily manage it, however, so you may consider it settled.You'll want a white frock, remember; you'd better tell Betty you're going, and she'll see after making you tidy.' Now, there were two or three things to be done by Mr.Gibson, before he could feel quite comfortable about Molly's going to the festival at the Towers, and each of them involved a little trouble on his part.But he was very willing to gratify his little girl; so the next day he rode over to the Towers, ostensibly to visit some sick housemaid, but, in reality, to throw himself in my lady's way, and get her to ratify Lord Cumnor's invitation to Molly.He chose his time, with a little natural diplomacy;which, indeed, he had often to exercise in his intercourse with the great family.He rode into the stable-yard about twelve o'clock, a little before luncheon-time, and yet after the worry of opening the post-bag and discussing its contents was over.After he had put up his horse, he went in by the back-way to the house; the 'House' on this side, the 'Towers' at the front.
He saw his patient, gave his directions to the housekeeper, and then went out, with a rare wild-flower in his hand, to find one of the ladies Tranmere in the garden, where, according to his hope and calculation, he came upon Lady Cumnor too - now talking to her daughter about the contents of an open letter which she held in her hand, now directing a gardener about certain bedding-out plants.'I was calling to see Nanny, and I took the opportunity of bringing Lady Agnes the plant I was telling her about as growing on Cumnor Moss.' 'Thank you so much, Mr.Gibson.Mamma, look! this is the Drosera rotundifolia I have been wanting so long.' 'Ah! yes; very pretty I daresay, only I am no botanist.Nanny is better, I hope? We can't have any one laid up next week, for the house will be quite full of people - and here are the Danbys waiting to offer themselves as well.One comes down for a fortnight of quiet, at Whitsuntide, and leaves half one's establishment in town, and as soon as people know of our being here, we get letters without end, longing for a breath of country air, or saying how lovely the Towers must look in spring; and I must own, Lord Cumnor is a great deal to blame for it all, for as soon as ever we are down here, he rides about to all the neighbours, and invites them to come over and spend a few days.' 'We shall go back to town on Friday the 18th,' said Lady Agnes, in a consolatory tone.'Ah, yes! as soon as we have got over the school visitors' affair.But it is a week to that happy day.' 'By the way!' said Mr.Gibson, availing himself of the good opening thus presented, 'I met my lord at the Cross-trees Farm yesterday, and he was kind enough to ask my little daughter, who was with me, to be one of the party here on Thursday; it would give the lassie great pleasure, I believe.'
