At which speech my poor grandfather bowed with a look as though
he felt it hard to endure.
Mrs. Dawson took me in her kind, old, motherly arms when she came to see
me, and said humbly that she could never be grateful enough to me for
consenting to marry her son; and what she said afterwards had something
significant in it if I had not been too miserable to notice it.
"He'll make you a good husband, dear," she said. "He's a good boy at
heart, although he has been a bit wild. And, listen, dear, you may have
your feelings about the way Dawson made his money and I'm not saying you
wouldn't be right. But, my dear, there's many a thing Dawson did--hard
and cruel things, you understand, dear--that Rick never knew of. The
love of money's not in him any more than it's in me; and he has done
many a kind thing."
I was able to return the poor soul's kiss because I liked her, and
always shall, and was sorry for her.
Indeed, I wanted new friends, for the old were angry with me or held
aloof from me.
When my engagement was announced my godmother had come in hot haste from
her cousin's dying bed, which now she hardly left, to remonstrate with
my grandfather and grandmother.
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