Philippa by Mary Louisa Molesworth — Read

The next few days were fully occupied with Evelyn's preparations for her visit. And here, perhaps, it may be well to explain why so apparently unimportant a matter as young Mrs Headfort's spending a few days with her husband's relations should have been looked upon by herself and her own family as an event of such moment.

It was now nearly four years since Evelyn Raynsworth's marriage to Captain Headfort, and during that time two deaths had taken place in the immediate family of his cousin-the head of the house and master of Wyverston-which had greatly altered the young man's position as a Headfort, with regard to the future. For the deaths had been those of Mr Headfort's two sons, and though the large estates were not entailed, the family feeling of respect for the male line was proverbially strong. Marmaduke was an only son, and had been early left an orphan; the care of him in childhood and youth devolving upon relatives on his mother's side, elderly people now dead. They had done their duty by the boy in a conscientious, unemotional fashion, and had left him a small addition to his own little patrimony: all, indeed, that they had it in their power to dispose of. So, though Captain Headfort's childhood had been a somewhat loveless one, he remembered his uncle and aunt with gratitude-never so warm, perhaps, as when, at eight-and-twenty, he fell in love with Mr Raynsworth's charming daughter-as but for this opportune legacy he would scarcely have thought it possible to marry. It had never occurred to him in his wildest dreams, that a day might come when he should be looked upon as the probable heir to the large estates belonging to the head of his family, of which he considered himself a very unimportant member; he was not even disappointed or hurt when no special notice was taken of his marriage, beyond a somewhat formal letter of good wishes and a wedding present of the orthodox type.