Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
Now it is certain, our guests were a little surprised. They began to
fidget, and one or two men came nearer, and I thought, though I am not
sure, that I saw the tall man, with the head of closely cropped hair,
push forward to look at me. But I never looked any one full in the
eyes; I fixed mine on father's picture. I seemed to hear father's
voice saying to me--
"Go on, Westenra, that was very good, you and I are people of action,
remember."
So I went on and I explained my scheme. I told it very briefly. Mother
and I would in future earn our own living.
I was educated fairly well, but I had no special gifts, so I would not
enter the Arena where teachers struggled and fought and bled, and
many of them fell by the wayside. Nor would I enter the Arena of Art,
because in no sense of the word was I an artist, nor would I go on the
Stage, for my talent did not lie in that direction, but I had certain
talents, and they were of a practical sort. I could keep accounts
admirably; I could, I believed, manage a house. Then I skilfully
sketched in that wonderful boarding-house of my dreams, that house in
dull Bloomsbury, which by my skill and endeavour would be bright and
render an acceptable home for many. Finally, I said that my mother and
I had made up our minds to leave the fashionable part of London and to
retire to Bloomsbury.
"We will take our house from September," I said, "and advertise very
soon for paying guests, and we hope the thing will do well, and that
in ten or twelve years we shall have made enough money to keep
ourselves for the future in comfort. Now," I continued, "I appeal to
no one to help us. We do not intend to borrow money from anybody, and
the only reason I am speaking to you to-day is because I wish, and I
am sure mother agrees with me, to be quite frank with you. Mother and
I know quite well that we are doing an absolutely unconventional
thing, and that very likely you, as our friends of the past, will
resent it. Those of you who do not feel that you can associate with
two ladies who keep a boarding-house, need not say so in so many
words, but you can give us to understand, by means known best to
yourselves, whether you will know us in the future. If you want to cut
us we shall consider it quite right, quite reasonable, quite fair.
Then those who do intend to stick to us, even through this great
change in our lives, may be the greatest possible help by recommending
us and our boarding-house to their friends, that is, if any of you
present have friends who would live in Bloomsbury.
"Mother and I thought it quite fair that you should know, and we
thought it best that I should tell you quite simply. We are neither of
us ashamed, and mother approves, or at least she will approve
presently, of what I have done."
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