Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
"Hold your tongue, Westenra. Mr. Fanning, this young girl is very dear
to me, I have known her since her birth; I stood sponsor for her when
she was a baby. I take shame to myself for having to a certain extent
neglected her, and also her mother, my most dear friend, during the
few months they lived in 17 Graham Square. I take shame to myself, for
had I done all that I might have done for those whom I sincerely
loved, the calamity which came about need never have occurred."
"As to that," said Albert Fanning, speaking for the first time, and in
quite his usual assured voice, "it could not help occurring, your
Grace, for the simple fact that the boarding-house never could have
paid, the expenses were greater than the incomings. If you have ever
studied political economy, your Grace will know for yourself that when
you spend more than you receive it spells RUIN."
The Duchess stopped speaking when Albert Fanning began, and looked at
him with considerable astonishment.
"Then you knew from the first that the extraordinary scheme of my
young friend could not succeed."
"I did," he replied, "and I bided my time. I suppose you mean to say
something disagreeable to me; you do not think I am in the running
with her at all, but as far as that goes I have money, and she has not
any, and I love her as I suppose woman never was loved before, and I
will make her happy in my own fashion. And I'll never intrude on her
grand friends, so that her grand friends can come to see her as often
as they like; and as to my mother, she is a right-down good sort,
though she wasn't born in the purple like yourself, your Grace; so, as
far as I am concerned, I do not know what you have to say to me. I
suppose you want to tell me that Westenra here, my pretty little girl,
who is going to give herself to me on the 1st of June next year, does
not care for me, but she will care for me by-and-by, for my feeling is
that love like mine must be returned in the long run, and if after a
year she don't tell your Grace that she is the happiest little wife in
the length and breadth of England, I shall be greatly surprised."
Here Albert Fanning slapped his thigh in his excitement, and then
stood bolt upright before the Duchess, who in absolute astonishment
stared back at him.
"That is not the point," she said. "You do not want to marry a girl
who not only does not love you, but who does, with all her heart and
soul, love some one else?"
"Why, of course not," he replied, and a frightened look came for the
first time into his blue eyes. He turned and faced me.
"Of course not," he repeated, his eyes still devouring mine; "but
Westenra cares for nobody, I never saw a girl less of a flirt in the
whole course of my life. It is not to be supposed that such a very
pretty girl should not have men fall in love with her, but that is
neither here nor there."
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