Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
"Jane must get the Fannings to leave to-morrow, whatever happens," I
said to myself, "and I must cling now to Mrs. Fanning for dear life. I
don't suppose Albert Fanning will propose for me while she is by." But
alas! I little knew the couple with whom I had to deal. Albert Fanning
had willed that I was not to cling close to his mother. Turning to the
old lady, he said--
"You're fagged and flustered. You have done things uncommonly well,
and now you'll just have the goodness to sit with your feet on the
fender in the drawing-room, and give yourself a right good toasting
while Miss Wickham and I are examining the house."
"Oh no," I began.
"Oh yes," said Mrs. Fanning; "don't be shy, love." She gave me another
wink so broad that I did not dare to expostulate further. Had I done
so, Albert would probably have gone on his knees on the spot and
implored of me there and then to make him the happiest of men.
Accordingly we all entered the drawing-room which was furnished _à la_
Maple. It was a large room, and there were a great many tables about,
and I wondered how stout Mrs. Fanning could cross the room without
knocking over one or two. She looked round her with admiration.
"It's amazing the taste you have," she said, gazing at her son as if
he were a sort of demigod. He put her into a comfortable chair by the
fire, and then he and I began to do the house. Was there ever such a
dreadful business? We began at the attics, and we thoroughly explored
room after room. I did not mind that. As long as I could keep Albert
Fanning off dangerous ground I was quite ready to talk to him. I was
ready to poke at the mattresses on the new beds, and to admire the
chain springs, and to examine the ventilators in the walls of every
single room. I said "Yes" to all his remarks, and he evidently thought
he was making a most favourable impression. We took a long time going
over the house, but I did not mind that, for Mr. Fanning was in his
element, and was so pleased with his own consummate common sense and
his own skill in getting the right things into the right corners, and
in showing me what a mind he had for contriving and for making money
go as far as possible, that I allowed him to talk to his heart's
content. The brougham must soon be ordered again, and we must get back
to town, and the awful time would be at an end. But when at last even
the kitchens had been inspected, and the action of the new range
explained to me, Albert said that he must now show me the grounds.
There was no escaping this infliction, and accordingly into the
grounds we went.
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