She was coming home in the summer and was to stay at Aghadoe, and
Theobald was to follow her in the autumn and they were to be married. My
grandmother was rather nervous about the prospect of receiving her
alone.
"For, of course, you will be on your travels, Bawn," she said; "and
although Luke and Mary will be at Castle Clody, it will not be the same
thing as if they were here. But I must love her, seeing that she will be
Theobald's wife, and, please God, the mother of the heir--that is, after
Luke and Theobald, of course."
I was glad my godmother was not there to hear, lest it should hurt her,
for she loved children and ought to have been the mother of a houseful
of them.
Now that my expectation was to be fulfilled within a few days I became
oddly frightened of it. Supposing he found that he did not love me after
all, that he had been misled by a fancied resemblance in me to the
miniature! Supposing, supposing ... I put away thoughts of calamity from
me with both hands. God was too good to let anything happen to him now.
I was so fidgety and restless that I felt I worried the old couple. I
could settle to nothing. I could not read, although I had always been a
greedy reader.
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