Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
"That is all right--that is coming to business," said Mrs. Fanning;
"that is as it should be. Albert, we are not wanted here, and we'll
go. You'll let us know to-morrow, my dearie dear. Don't keep us
waiting long, for we have to order rooms in advance at the big hotels
in Switzerland at this time of year. Your ladyship, we will be wishing
you good morning, and please understand one thing, that though we may
not be quite so stylish, nor quite so up in the world as you are, yet
we have got money enough, money enough to give us everything that
money can buy, and Westenra will have a right good time with my son
Albert and me. Come, Albert."
Albert Fanning gave me a piteous glance, but I could not reply to it
just then, and I let them both go away, and felt myself a wretch for
being so cold to them, and for their society so thoroughly.
When they were gone, and the sound of wheels had died away in the
street, Jasmine turned to me.
"What does it mean?" she cried. "It cannot be true--you, Westenra,
engaged to that man! Jim Randolph wants you; he loves you with all his
heart; he has been chivalrous about you; he is a splendid fellow, and
he is rich and in your own set, and you choose that man!"
"Yes, I choose Albert Fanning," I said. "I can never marry James
Randolph."
"But why, why, why?" asked Jasmine.
CHAPTER XXIX
HAVE I LOST YOU?
I told her everything, not then, but on the evening of the same day.
She came into my room where I was lying on a sofa, for I was
thoroughly prostrated with grief for my mother and--and other great
troubles, and she held my hand and I told her. I described Jane's
anxiety in the boarding-house, the debts creeping up and up, the
aspect of affairs getting more and more serious; I told her about Mrs.
Fanning and Albert, and the chocolate-coloured brougham, and the drive
to Highgate, and the rooms all furnished according to Albert's taste,
and the garden, and the proposal he made to me there, and my horror.
And then I told her about mother's gradual fading and the certainty
that she would not live long, and the doctor's verdict, and the one
caution impressed and impressed upon me--that she was to have no shock
of any sort, that everything was to be made smooth and right for her.
I described, further, Jane Mullins' agitation, her despair, her
difficulty in going on at all, the dreadful news which had reached us
with regard to Jim, the almost certainty that he was drowned.
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