Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
"Oh, I have no doubt whatever of that," replied the clerk, "but there
is a condition in every lease in that special Square, that money is
not to be earned on the premises. I presume your guests would not
come to you for nothing?"
"Certainly not," I replied. I felt myself turning cold and stiff. All
the angry blood of my noble ancestors stirred in my veins. I said a
few more words and left the shop.
"Well?" asked mother. She was looking dreary and terribly huddled up
in the carriage. It was a warm day, but I think going through those
empty houses had chilled her. "Well, Westenra, have you taken No. 17?"
"Alas! no," I answered in some heat; "would you believe it, mother,
the agent says the landlord will not let us the house if we make money
in it."
"If we make money in it? I do not understand," answered mother. Her
blue eyes were fixed on my face in an anxious way.
"Why, mother, darling, don't you know we meant to fill the house with
paying guests."
"Oh, I forgot," said mother. "Home, Jenkins, as fast as possible."
Jenkins whipped up the horses, and we trotted home. Mother looked
distinctly relieved.
"So you have not taken the house?" she said.
"I cannot get it," I answered. "It is more than provoking. What are we
to do? I had taken such a fancy to the place."
"It did seem, for that benighted place, fairly cheerful," said my
mother, "but, Westenra, there is a Providence guiding our paths.
Doubtless Providence does not intend you to wreck your young life
attending to lodgers."
"But, mother dear, don't you understand that we must do something for
our living? It is disappointing, but we shall get over it somehow."
During the rest of that day mother refused even to discuss the
boarding-house scheme. She seemed to think that because we could not
get 17 Graham Square, there was no other house available for our
purpose.
The next day I went out without mother. I did not visit the same
agent. After finding myself in Bloomsbury I repaired to a post-office,
and, taking down the big Directory, secured the names of several
agents in the neighbourhood. These I visited in turn. I had dressed
myself very plainly; I had travelled to my destination by 'bus. I
thought that I looked exactly what I felt--a very business-like young
woman. Already the gulf was widening between my old and my new life.
Already I was enjoying my freedom.
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