Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
Lady Thesiger lived in a large flat overlooking Kensington Gardens.
She was not up when I called, but I boldly sent my name in; I was told
that her ladyship would see me in her bathroom. I found her reclining
on a low sofa, while a pretty girl was massaging her face.
"Is that you, Westenra?" she said; "I am charmed to see you. Take off
your hat. That will do, Allison; you can come back in half-an-hour. I
want to be dressed in time for lunch."
The young woman withdrew, and Lady Thesiger fixed her languid,
heavily-fringed eyes on my face.
"You might shut that window, Westenra," she said, "that is, if you
mean to be good-natured. Now what is it? you look quite excited."
"I am out of bondage, that is all," I said. I never treated Jasmine
with respect, and she was a power in her way, but she was little older
than I, and we had often romped together on rainy days, and had
confided our secrets one to the other.
"Out of bondage? Does that mean that you are engaged?"
"Far from it; an engagement would probably be a state of bondage. Now
listen, you are going to be awfully shocked, but if you are the good
soul I think you are, you ought to help me."
"Oh, I am sure I will do anything; I admire you very much, child. Dear
me, Westenra, is that a new way of doing your hair? Let me see. Show
me your profile? I am not sure whether I quite like it. Yes, on the
whole, I think I do. You have pretty hair, very pretty, but now,
confess the truth, you do wave it; all those little curls and tendrils
are not natural."
"As I love you, Jasmine, they are," I replied. "But oh, don't waste
time now over my personal appearance. What do you think of my physical
strength? Am I well made?"
"So-so," answered Lady Thesiger, opening her big dark eyes and gazing
at me from top to toe. "I should say you were strong. Your shoulders
are just a trifle too broad, and sometimes I think you are a little
too tall, but of course I admire you immensely. You ought to make a
good marriage; you ought to be a power in society."
"From this hour, Jasmine," I said, "society and I are at daggers
drawn. I am going to do that sort of thing which society never
forgives."
"Oh, my dear, what?" Lady Thesiger quite roused herself. She forgot
her languid attitude, and sat up on her elbow. "Do pass me that box of
Fuller's chocolates," she said. "Come near and help yourself; they are
delicious, aren't they?"
I took one of the sweetmeats.
"Now then," said her ladyship, "speak."
"It is this. I must tell you as briefly as possible--mother and I have
lost our money."
"Oh, dear," said the little lady, "what a pity that so many people do
lose their money--nice people, charming people who want it so much;
but if that is all, it is rather fashionable to be poor. I was told so
the other day. Some one will adopt you, dear; your mother will go into
one of the refined order of almshouses. It is quite the fashion, you
know, quite."
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