Children of the rich -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"No, sir; in her early prime."
"Meaning?"
"I couldn't say exactly, sir; I should say somewhere about twenty. You
could tell better than me.
"What on earth do you mean?"
"If you saw her."
"If I saw her! Look here, Mr. Gibb, have you got anything at the back
of your head?" Mr. Gibb sighed. "Is she hideous?"
"No, sir; she's the most beautiful young lady ever I set eyes on; and
I've seen a few."
"You have, Mr. Gibb, I admit it; still as I don't know what your type
of beauty really is your remark conveys little to me."
"It would convey more, sir, if you were to see her. You wouldn't want
to see her twice to know that she's the most beautiful young lady ever
you set eyes on. I feel sure of it. I wish you would see her, sir."
"May I ask, Mr. Gibb, what it is you're driving at? Why should I see
her?"
"So that you might understand."
"Understand what?"
"How it is."
"How what is? I'll trouble you, Mr. Gibb, to be a trifle more
explicit. Where's this lady of birth and breeding, who's as high as
the heavens above you, to be found?"
"She's lodging at my mother's. Yes, sir, I don't wonder you look
surprised; I know it's no place for a lady, especially one like her;
and that's the trouble, she is a lady; I know a lady when I see one as
well as I know a gentleman."
"You must forgive me, Mr. Gibb, but I'm wondering if you do; it's not
every one who can tell a lady by the look of her."
"Perhaps not, sir; but you can. If you saw her you'd soon tell. She'd
have found something long ago she could have turned her hand to if
she'd been one of your common sort; but that's the mischief, she's a
lady; and I happen to know that she's in a very bad way. She lost her
father and her mother, and she doesn't seem to have a friend in the
world; if she doesn't find something soon by which she can earn a
little money I don't know what will become of her. I wish you would
see her, sir."
"What good do you suppose will be gained by my seeing her? What sort
of work does she want?"
"She has been trying for a secretaryship; but she's tried, and tried,
and nothing's come of it; and now she'd be only too glad to do
anything by which she could earn money. You see, sir, you know all
kinds of people, and I thought that if you saw her, so that you might
know what she's like, and how it is with her, you might think of some
one who could give her work; I know you wouldn't regret it if you
did."
"Mr. Gibb, you're a--you're a person of a Mephistophelian habit! Mind
you, I've no more chance of putting anything in the way of your lady
born and bred, who's as high as the heavens above you, than the man in
the moon; but I've got plenty of time on my hands; I'm always ready to
see any one; and I've no objection to see her."
"Thank you, sir. Will you see her to-morrow morning?"
"Look here, Mr. Gibb, are you trying to bustle me?"
"Well,' sir, you see she's pawning her things----"
"Pawning her things! and you say she's a lady."
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