England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"How can you tell? I don't know myself. Good-night. I shall tell you
whenever I know my own mind."
"She is as close as wax, with all her frankness," thought Mrs. Ormonde
as she went up to her room, after taking an affectionate leave of her
sister-in-law.
The boys at school, Katherine found time hung somewhat heavily on her
hands--a condition of things only too favorable to thought and visions
of what "might have been." So, with the earnest hope of finding the
exhilarations which might lead, through forgetfulness, to the happiness
she so eagerly craved, Katherine accepted almost all the invitations
which were soon showered upon her. At the houses of acquaintances she
had made abroad she made numerous new ones, who were quite ready to
_fete_, the handsome, sweet-voiced, pleasant-mannered heiress, who
seemed to think so little about herself.
"Just the creature to be imposed upon, my dear!" as each mother
whispered to the one next her, thinking, of course, of the other's son.
But her most satisfactory hours were those spent with Rachel, when they
talked of the business, and often branched off to more abstract
subjects. To the past they never alluded. Katherine was glad to see that
the dead, hopeless expression of Rachel Trant's eyes had changed, yet
not altogether for good. A certain degree of alertness had brightened
them, but with it had come a hard, steady look, as though the spirit
within had a special work to do, and was steeled and "straitened till it
be accomplished."
"You are quite a clever accountant, Rachel," said Katherine, one
afternoon in early April, after they had gone through the books
together. "You have been established nearly five months, and you have
paid expenses and a trifle over."
"It is not bad. Then, you see, the warehouses will give me credit for
the next orders, three months' credit, and my orders are increasing. I
am sure it is of great importance to have materials for customers to
choose from. Ladies like to be saved the trouble of shopping, and I can
give a dress at a more moderate rate, if I provide everything, than they
can buy it piecemeal. I hope to double the business this season, and pay
you a good percentage. Even on credit I can venture to order a fair
supply of goods."
"Don't try credit yet, Rachel," said Katherine, earnestly. "I can give
you a check now, and after this you can stand alone."
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