Girls -- Juvenile fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Juvenile fiction; Spaniards -- England -- Juvenile fiction
"What a dreadful creature you are," she said. "As though my own sweet
children did not love me. Why, they're madly devoted to me. If my
little finger aches they're in such a state--you never knew anything
like it. I have seen my poor Molly obliged to rush from the room when I
have been having a bad attack of my neuralgia, just because her own
precious nerves could not stand the agony. Not love me? How dare you
insinuate such a thing?"
"Mother, we evidently have different ideas with regard to love. My idea
is this--that you ought to sacrifice yourself for the one you love.
Now, if I came here and took the complete charge of you away from your
own daughters; if I gave them nothing whatever to do for you, and if
they were to spend their entire time amusing themselves, and not once
considering you, I should do them a cruel wrong; I should injure their
characters, and I should make them, what they are already inclined to
be--most terribly selfish. That, God helping me, I will not do. I will
share the charge of you with them, or I will return to Frankfort to Mrs
Silchester, whom I love; to the life that I delight in; to the friends I
have made. I will not budge an inch; I will nurse you with the girls,
or not at all."
Mrs Aldworth looked up. After all, with a captious, fretful, irritable
invalid, a woman with so vacillating a nature as Mrs Aldworth's, there
was nothing so effective as firmness. She succumbed. In a minute she
had flung her arms round Marcia's neck.
"My darling," she said, "I do see what you mean. And you are right; you
will train them, you will be, in my absence, a mother to them."
"Not a mother, for I, like them, am young; but I will be to them an
elder sister, and I will teach them--not in words, but by precept and by
sympathy and by love, what I should like them to learn. They want a
great deal of looking after; and, first of all, they want a complete
change in their method of living."
"I am afraid even for them, and for you, I cannot quite ignore my pain,
my constant suffering, my weary nights, my long, long, fatiguing days."
"Of course you cannot, and I have said enough for the present. Now, let
us have a jolly time. See, I am going to have a particularly nice tea
for you this afternoon. I have told Susan to bring it up when it is
ready. We'll have it on that balcony."
"Oh, but I shall catch cold."
"Indeed you won't. Do you see that shady corner, and how the
scent-laden air is pervading the whole place, and the sun will be
shining across the other half, and you can see a long way down the
garden? I'll sit near you and read to you when you like, out of such a
funny book."
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