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The doctor's advice remained counterpoised, in Millborne's mind, by
the aforesaid mood of seriousness and sense of principle,
approximating often to religious sentiment, which had been evolving
itself in his breast for months, and even years.

The feeling, however, had no immediate effect upon Mr. Millborne's
actions. He soon got over his trifling illness, and was vexed with
himself for having, in a moment of impulse, confided such a case of
conscience to anybody.

But the force which had prompted it, though latent, remained with him
and ultimately grew stronger. The upshot was that about four months
after the date of his illness and disclosure, Millborne found himself
on a mild spring morning at Paddington Station, in a train that was
starting for the west. His many intermittent thoughts on his broken
promise from time to time, in those hours when loneliness brought him
face to face with his own personality, had at last resulted in this

The decisive stimulus had been given when, a day or two earlier, on
looking into a Post-Office Directory, he learnt that the woman he had
not met for twenty years was still living on at Exonbury under the
name she had assumed when, a year or two after her disappearance from
her native town and his, she had returned from abroad as a young
widow with a child, and taken up her residence at the former city.
Her condition was apparently but little changed, and her daughter
seemed to be with her, their names standing in the Directory as 'Mrs.
Leonora Frankland and Miss Frankland, Teachers of Music and Dancing.'

Mr. Millborne reached Exonbury in the afternoon, and his first
business, before even taking his luggage into the town, was to find
the house occupied by the teachers. Standing in a central and open
place it was not difficult to discover, a well-burnished brass
doorplate bearing their names prominently. He hesitated to enter
without further knowledge, and ultimately took lodgings over a
toyshop opposite, securing a sitting-room which faced a similar
drawing or sitting-room at the Franklands', where the dancing lessons
were given. Installed here he was enabled to make indirectly, and
without suspicion, inquiries and observations on the character of the
ladies over the way, which he did with much deliberateness.

He learnt that the widow, Mrs. Frankland, with her one daughter,
Frances, was of cheerful and excellent repute, energetic and
painstaking with her pupils, of whom she had a good many, and in
whose tuition her daughter assisted her. She was quite a recognized
townswoman, and though the dancing branch of her profession was
perhaps a trifle worldly, she was really a serious-minded lady who,
being obliged to live by what she knew how to teach, balanced matters
by lending a hand at charitable bazaars, assisting at sacred
concerts, and giving musical recitations in aid of funds for
bewildering happy savages, and other such enthusiasms of this
enlightened country. Her daughter was one of the foremost of the
bevy of young women who decorated the churches at Easter and
Christmas, was organist in one of those edifices, and had subscribed
to the testimonial of a silver broth-basin that was presented to the
Reverend Mr. Walker as a token of gratitude for his faithful and
arduous intonations of six months as sub-precentor in the Cathedral.
Altogether mother and daughter appeared to be a typical and innocent
pair among the genteel citizens of Exonbury.

As a natural and simple way of advertising their profession they
allowed the windows of the music-room to be a little open, so that
you had the pleasure of hearing all along the street at any hour
between sunrise and sunset fragmentary gems of classical music as
interpreted by the young people of twelve or fourteen who took
lessons there. But it was said that Mrs. Frankland made most of her
income by letting out pianos on hire, and by selling them as agent
for the makers.

The report pleased Millborne; it was highly creditable, and far
better than he had hoped. He was curious to get a view of the two
women who led such blameless lives.

He had not long to wait to gain a glimpse of Leonora. It was when
she was standing on her own doorstep, opening her parasol, on the
morning after his arrival. She was thin, though not gaunt; and a
good, well-wearing, thoughtful face had taken the place of the one
which had temporarily attracted him in the days of his nonage. She
wore black, and it became her in her character of widow. The
daughter next appeared; she was a smoothed and rounded copy of her
mother, with the same decision in her mien that Leonora had, and a
bounding gait in which he traced a faint resemblance to his own at
her age.

For the first time he absolutely made up his mind to call on them.
But his antecedent step was to send Leonora a note the next morning,
stating his proposal to visit her, and suggesting the evening as the
time, because she seemed to be so greatly occupied in her
professional capacity during the day. He purposely worded his note
in such a form as not to require an answer from her which would be
possibly awkward to write.

No answer came. Naturally he should not have been surprised at this;
and yet he felt a little checked, even though she had only refrained
from volunteering a reply that was not demanded.

At eight, the hour fixed by himself, he crossed over and was
passively admitted by the servant. Mrs. Frankland, as she called
herself, received him in the large music-and-dancing room on the
first-floor front, and not in any private little parlour as he had
expected. This cast a distressingly business-like colour over their
first meeting after so many years of severance. The woman he had
wronged stood before him, well-dressed, even to his metropolitan
eyes, and her manner as she came up to him was dignified even to
hardness. She certainly was not glad to see him. But what could he
expect after a neglect of twenty years!

'How do you do, Mr. Millborne?' she said cheerfully, as to any chance
caller. 'I am obliged to receive you here because my daughter has a
friend downstairs.'

'Your daughter--and mine.'

'Ah--yes, yes,' she replied hastily, as if the addition had escaped
her memory. 'But perhaps the less said about that the better, in
fairness to me. You will consider me a widow, please.'

'Certainly, Leonora . . . ' He could not get on, her manner was so
cold and indifferent. The expected scene of sad reproach, subdued to
delicacy by the run of years, was absent altogether. He was obliged
to come to the point without preamble.

'You are quite free, Leonora--I mean as to marriage? There is nobody
who has your promise, or--'

'O yes; quite free, Mr. Millborne,' she said, somewhat surprised.

'Then I will tell you why I have come. Twenty years ago I promised
to make you my wife; and I am here to fulfil that promise. Heaven
forgive my tardiness!'

Her surprise was increased, but she was not agitated. She seemed to
become gloomy, disapproving. 'I could not entertain such an idea at
this time of life,' she said after a moment or two. 'It would
complicate matters too greatly. I have a very fair income, and
require no help of any sort. I have no wish to marry . . . What
could have induced you to come on such an errand now? It seems quite
extraordinary, if I may say so!'

'It must--I daresay it does,' Millborne replied vaguely; 'and I must
tell you that impulse--I mean in the sense of passion--has little to
do with it. I wish to marry you, Leonora; I much desire to marry
you. But it is an affair of conscience, a case of fulfilment. I
promised you, and it was dishonourable of me to go away. I want to
remove that sense of dishonour before I die. No doubt we might get
to love each other as warmly as we did in old times?'

She dubiously shook her head. 'I appreciate your motives, Mr.
Millborne; but you must consider my position; and you will see that,
short of the personal wish to marry, which I don't feel, there is no
reason why I should change my state, even though by so doing I should
ease your conscience. My position in this town is a respected one; I
have built it up by my own hard labours, and, in short, I don't wish
to alter it. My daughter, too, is just on the verge of an engagement
to be married, to a young man who will make her an excellent husband.
It will be in every way a desirable match for her. He is downstairs

'Does she know--anything about me?'

'O no, no; God forbid! Her father is dead and buried to her. So
that, you see, things are going on smoothly, and I don't want to
disturb their progress.'

He nodded. 'Very well,' he said, and rose to go. At the door,
however, he came back again.

'Still, Leonora,' he urged, 'I have come on purpose; and I don't see
what disturbance would be caused. You would simply marry an old
friend. Won't you reconsider? It is no more than right that we
should be united, remembering the girl.'

She shook her head, and patted with her foot nervously.

'Well, I won't detain you,' he added. 'I shall not be leaving
Exonbury yet. You will allow me to see you again?'

'Yes; I don't mind,' she said reluctantly.

The obstacles he had encountered, though they did not reanimate his
dead passion for Leonora, did certainly make it appear indispensable
to his peace of mind to overcome her coldness. He called frequently.
The first meeting with the daughter was a trying ordeal, though he
did not feel drawn towards her as he had expected to be; she did not
excite his sympathies. Her mother confided to Frances the errand of
'her old friend,' which was viewed by the daughter with strong
disfavour. His desire being thus uncongenial to both, for a long
time Millborne made not the least impression upon Mrs. Frankland.
His attentions pestered her rather than pleased her. He was
surprised at her firmness, and it was only when he hinted at moral
reasons for their union that she was ever shaken. 'Strictly
speaking,' he would say, 'we ought, as honest persons, to marry; and
that's the truth of it, Leonora.'

'I have looked at it in that light,' she said quickly. 'It struck me
at the very first. But I don't see the force of the argument. I
totally deny that after this interval of time I am bound to marry you
for honour's sake. I would have married you, as you know well
enough, at the proper time. But what is the use of remedies now?'

They were standing at the window. A scantly-whiskered young man, in
clerical attire, called at the door below. Leonora flushed with

'Who is he?' said Mr. Millborne.

'My Frances's lover. I am so sorry--she is not at home! Ah! they
have told him where she is, and he has gone to find her . . . I hope
that suit will prosper, at any rate!'

'Why shouldn't it?'

'Well, he cannot marry yet; and Frances sees but little of him now he
has left Exonbury. He was formerly doing duty here, but now he is
curate of St. John's, Ivell, fifty miles up the line. There is a
tacit agreement between them, but--there have been friends of his who
object, because of our vocation. However, he sees the absurdity of
such an objection as that, and is not influenced by it.'

'Your marriage with me would help the match, instead of hindering it,
as you have said.'

'Do you think it would?'

'It certainly would, by taking you out of this business altogether.'

By chance he had found the way to move her somewhat, and he followed
it up. This view was imparted to Mrs. Frankland's daughter, and it
led her to soften her opposition. Millborne, who had given up his
lodging in Exonbury, journeyed to and fro regularly, till at last he
overcame her negations, and she expressed a reluctant assent.

They were married at the nearest church; and the goodwill--whatever
that was--of the music-and-dancing connection was sold to a successor
only too ready to jump into the place, the Millbornes having decided
to live in London.

Life's Little Ironies by Thomas Hardy
19th century fiction

Short stories
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