Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
"How did that objectionable man, Mr. Fanning, get here?"
"I suppose he came because he wanted to," I replied. "The house is
open to any one who will pay, and who bears a respectable character."
"The house ought only to be open to those who bear agreeable
characters, and know how to act as gentlemen," replied Mrs. Furlong
stoutly. "Now my husband and I dislike that person extremely, but
after all the fact of whether we like him or not matters but little;
it is because he tries to annoy you that we are really concerned.
Would you not rather at dinner come and sit at our end of the table?
It always seems very hard to us that you should sit with your
housekeeper, Miss Mullins, and amongst the least nice members of the
establishment."
"But you must please remember," I said, "that Jane is not a
housekeeper, she is one of the partners in this concern. It is kind of
you to think of me, but I cannot do what you propose. I must help Jane
in every way in my power. You do not know how good and true she is,
and how little I really do for her. If I sat with you we should have a
regular clique in the place, and by degrees the boarders would go, at
least those boarders who were not included in our set."
"I see," answered Mrs. Furlong. "It is all most unsuitable," she
added, and she stared straight before her. After a moment's pause she
looked at me again.
"It is the queerest arrangement I ever heard of in all my life. Don't
you think you are peculiarly unsuited to your present life?"
"I don't know; I hope not."
"You are a lady."
"That is my birthright. The boarding-house cannot deprive me of it," I
answered.
"Oh, I know all that, but the life is not suitable. You will find it
less and less suitable as time goes on. At present you have got your
mother to protect you, but----"
"What do you mean by at present I have got my mother?" I cried. "My
mother is young, comparatively young; she is not more than three and
forty. What do you mean, Mrs. Furlong?"
"Oh nothing, dear," she said, colouring, "nothing at all. One always
has, you know, in this uncertain world to contemplate the possibility
of loss, but don't think again of what I have said. The fact is the
life is quite as unsuitable for her as for you. You are put in a
position which you cannot possibly maintain, my dear Miss Wickham.
That awful man felt to-night that he had a right to pay you
disagreeable attentions. Now is this thing to go on? I assure you
Captain Furlong and I were quite distressed when we saw how he behaved
to you when you were at the piano."
The tears rushed to my eyes.
"It is kind of you to sympathise with me," I said. "I am going to
speak to Jane Mullins to-morrow. If possible Mr. Fanning must go."
"But there is another thing," began Mrs. Furlong. She paused, and I
saw that she was about to say something, even more disagreeable than
anything she had yet uttered.
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