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"All the same," I added, "I have not the slightest doubt that, with
Jane Mullins at the helm, we should do splendidly."
"My darling, darling West, this is just the straw too much," said
mother, and then I saw that it was the straw too much, and at that
moment who should come to visit us but pretty little Lady Thesiger. We
turned the conversation instinctively. Lady Thesiger said--
"You have not yet gone under, either of you, you are only talking
about it. You are quite fit to associate with me for the rest of the
day. I want you to come for a long drive in my carriage, and
afterwards we will go to the theatre together; there is a very good
piece on at the Lyceum. Now, then, be quick, Westenra, get into your
very smartest clothes, and Mrs. Wickham, will you also put on your
bonnet and mantle?"
There was never any resisting Jasmine, and we spent the rest of the
day with her, and she was absolutely winning, and so pleasant that she
made mother forget Jane Mullins; but then during dinner, in the
queerest, most marvellous way, she drew the whole story of Jane
Mullins from us both, and mother described with great pride her action
in the matter.
"Yes, that is all very fine," replied Jasmine; "but now I am going to
say a plain truth. I am going to imitate that wonderful little Jane.
My truth is this--I would fifty thousand times rather introduce my
nice American friends to Jane Mullins's boarding-house than I would to
yours, Westenra, for in Jane's they would have their wants attended
to, and be thoroughly comfortable, whereas in yours goodness only
knows if the poor darlings would get a meal fit to eat."
This was being snubbed with a vengeance, and even mother looked angry,
and I think she thought that Lady Thesiger had gone too far.
During the play that followed, and the drive home and the subsequent
night, I thought of nothing but Jane Mullins, and began more and more
to repent of my rash refusal of her aid. Surely, if Providence had
meant us to carry out our scheme, Providence had also supplied Jane
Mullins to help us to do it, and if ever woman looked true she did,
and if her references turned out satisfactory why should she not be a
sort of partner-housekeeper in the concern?
So the next morning early I crept into mother's room, and whispered to
her all about Jane and my thoughts during the night, and begged of her
to reconsider the matter.
"It is very odd, West," said mother, "but what your friend Jasmine
said has been coming to me in my dreams; and you know, darling, you
know nothing about cooking, and I know still less, and I suppose this
Miss Mullins would understand this sort of thing, so, Westenra, if
your heart is quite, quite set on it, we may as well see her again."
"She left her address on her visiting-card. I will go to her the
moment I have finished breakfast," was my joyful response.
CHAPTER VI
THE BERLIN WOOL ROOM
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