<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></SPAN>CHAPTER XI.</h2>
<p>ON the following midsummer vacation, Mrs. Harewood complied with the wishes
of her young family, by consenting to give a ball to their young friends;
and as she disapproved very much of late hours, the whole party were
invited to dinner, in order that the dance might commence early.</p>
<p>The day previous to this entertainment was a very busy one, as the young
people<span class='pagenum'>[Pg 104]</span> were permitted to display their taste by arranging the ball-room,
and ornamenting it in the best manner they were able with flowers, under
the inspection and with the assistance of Miss Campbell. The boys, attended
by the footman, went out into the country, and returned laden with
beautiful spoils from the hedges and copses, consisting of branches of
trees, brushwood, and maythorn, together with those green plants which at
this season of the year are found in abundance, such as clivers, coltswort,
and the various mallows. When these were brought home, the young ladies
tied gay flowers, made of various-coloured paper, upon them, at distances,
with green worsted; and when these ornaments were finished, the branches
themselves were tied together with strong cord, which was hidden by the
foliage. By this means they were made into long wreaths, which were hung in
festoons all round the room, and had an exceedingly beautiful effect, while
over the doors and windows arches were formed of the same materials; but
when the greens were brought nearer to the eye, natural flowers were used,
which, being cut very short in the stem, preserved themselves fresh and
beautiful, and perfumed the place with the most delightful odours.</p>
<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg 105]</span>Though this employment was charming, yet it was necessarily fatiguing, and
the children went to bed at an early hour. Not long after they had retired,
Mr. and Mrs. Harewood heard a carriage, and while they were conjecturing
who it might be, to their great surprise, the long-expected stranger, Mrs.
Hanson, was announced.</p>
<p>They were truly rejoiced to see her; for, although personally unknown to
them, they were much disposed to esteem and love her, both from the style
of her letters, and the many traits of her conduct and character given by
Zebby, who was an able eulogist, since she ever spoke from the heart, and
although ignorant, was by nature acute and penetrating.</p>
<p>The anxious mother, sensible that forms were not necessary to be attended
to, in addressing the worthy couple to whom she came a welcome, though
unknown guest, first inquired after her only child. When told that she was
in bed, and fast asleep, having been much fatigued when she retired, she
immediately declared that she would not have Matilda awoke for her own
gratification—a declaration which confirmed the good opinion the family
already entertained of her. She could not, however, resist the very natural
desire she felt of be<span class='pagenum'>[Pg 106]</span>holding that dear object of her solicitude, from whom
she had been so long parted; and she therefore visited her room, and,
softly kissing her forehead, observed, to the great satisfaction of Mrs.
Harewood, that she had never seen her look so well before, which was
certainly the fact, though her weariness had induced some degree of
paleness.</p>
<p>Tears rose to the eyes of the fond mother, and often, often were they
turned to the bed which contained all her earthly treasure, ere she could
tear herself away; and Mrs. Harewood felt aware that silent prayers
occupied her heart for the future welfare and progressive virtue of a being
naturally so very dear, and whose bad passions, at the time of their
parting, had given so little rational hope of future felicity, either to
herself or her widowed parent. Sympathizing truly with her feelings, and
aware of the extreme delicacy of the subject, especially to one of whose
peculiar feelings she knew so little, Mrs. Harewood left it to time to show
the change in Matilda.</p>
<p>Mrs. Hanson was recalled from the fond reverie the sight of her daughter
had involved her in, by the voice of Zebby, who had only just learned the
arrival of that dear mistress she had ever so justly estimated.<span class='pagenum'>[Pg 107]</span> The two
ladies descended, and found the happy negro weeping for joy, and running
about the breakfast-parlour and dining-room, seeking for her lady, whom,
when she beheld, she danced about like a wild woman; one moment being ready
to cast herself at her feet, and the next longing to embrace her.</p>
<p>“I am very glad to see you, Zebby,” said Mrs. Hanson, “and very happy to
find you still my daughter’s servant, as I know you will suit her much
better in many respects than any Englishwoman possibly could.”</p>
<p>“Me love Missy ver much, madam, but me no Missy maid now; me housemaid for
madam Harewood now; me makee de bed, sweepy de stair, do all sort ting; me
never wait on Missy, no, never.”</p>
<p>Mrs. Hanson gave a deep sigh, and said to Mrs. Harewood—“I fear you have
had some trouble in procuring a maid for my daughter, ma’am?”</p>
<p>“When your daughter came to us, you may remember, my good madam, that we
undertook to treat her in every respect as if she were our own; we <em>have</em>
done it, and you will be able to judge to-morrow how far your dear girl is
benefited or injured by sharing the attentions of Ellen’s nursemaid,
Ellen’s governess, and Ellen’s mother.”</p>
<p>Mrs. Hanson felt that she was much <span class='pagenum'>[Pg 108]</span>indebted to the kindness evidently
intended by this arrangement, especially as it was a plain case, that Zebby
had been retained in the family for her accommodation; yet she could not
help thinking that the contrast between Matilda’s past and present
situation was too great: although she had a thousand times desired that
some great change might be adopted in her education, yet her heart shrunk
at the idea of the discipline which she had so long felt to be necessary.
She was afraid that the terrible passions her child had manifested, had
rendered terrible changes necessary, and a train of inflictions and
privations arose to her view, which maternal tenderness was unequal to
contemplate unmoved; she therefore apologized to her friends, and retired
to her room, but her pillow was strewed with those thorns which solicitude
had planted there.</p>
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