Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
"Well, of course, mother dear, we will have our boarding-house. I have
thought of the exact sort of house we want. It must be very large and
very roomy, and the landlord must be willing to make certain
improvements which I will suggest to him. Our boarding-house will be a
sort of Utopia in its way, and people who come there will want to come
again. We will charge good prices, but we will make our guests very
comfortable."
Mother clasped my hand.
"Oh, my dear, dear child," she said. "How little you know about what
you are talking. We shall have an empty house; no one will come to us.
Neither you nor I have the faintest idea how to manage. We shall not
only lose all the money we have, but we shall be up to our ears in
debt. I do wish, Westenra, you would consider that simple little
cottage in the country."
"If it must come to our living within our means," I said slowly, "I
have not the least doubt that the Duchess of Wilmot would allow me to
live with her as a sort of companion and amanuensis, and influence
would be brought to bear to get you rooms in Hampton Court; but would
you consent, mother darling, would you really consent that I should
eat the bread of dependence, and that you should live partly on
charity?"
Mother coloured. She had a very delicate colour, and it always made
her look remarkably pretty. In her heart of hearts, I really do think
she was taken with the idea of Hampton Court. The ladies who lived in
those suites of apartments were more or less aristocratic, they were
at least all well connected, and she and they might have much in
common. It was, in her opinion, rather a distinction than otherwise to
live there, but I would have none of it.
"How old are you, mother?" I asked.
"Forty-three," she answered.
"Forty-three," I repeated. "Why, you are quite young, just in the
prime of middle-age. What do you mean by sitting with your hands
before you for the rest of your life? You are forty-three, and I am
twenty-one. Do you think for a single moment that able-bodied women,
like ourselves, are to do nothing in the future; for if I did go to
the Duchess my post would be merely a sinecure, and you at Hampton
Court would vegetate, nothing more. Mother, you will come with me, and
help me? We will disregard society; if society is ashamed of us, let
it be ashamed, but we must find out, and I have a scheme to propose."
"You are so full of schemes, Westenra, you quite carry me away."
Dear mother looked bewildered, but at the same time proud of me. I
think she saw gleaming in my eyes, which I know were bright and dark
like my father's, some of that spirit which had carried him with a
forlorn hope into the thickest of the fight, and which enabled him to
win the Victoria Cross. There are a great many Victoria Crosses to be
secured in this world, and girls can get and wear some of them.
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