Children of the rich -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
The probability that she would have to go--whether she wanted to go or
not--had been continually in her mind since she had heard Dr.
Banyard's statement of her affairs; and with it there had been a hazy
sort of notion that, when the moment of parting came, she might find
temporary refuge in Elaine Harding's home in the west country, as a
guest in her father's vicarage. Elaine had asked her often; it was
true that the invitations had been coupled with intimations that the
vicarage was but a humble one, and would seem but a poor place to the
heiress of Cloverlea. But now circumstances had changed; to Nora any
place seemed desirable where she would be welcome; especially her dear
friend's home, however modest it might be. Although she would not
confess it even to herself she had vaguely expected that Elaine would
have spoken to her on the subject before now; Elaine had always been
so full of protestations of what she would do--of what she would love
to do--for Nora, if opportunity ever offered, in return for all that
Nora had done for her. But now that opportunity did offer, and Elaine
was well aware of the plight which Nora was shortly likely to be in,
not a hint had she dropped of a disposition to be of service to her in
any way whatever. More, it seemed to Nora that Elaine was avoiding her
as if misfortune had made of her a pariah. It was true that she
excused herself by alleging illness; and Nora was not prepared to say
that her illness was diplomatic. But during all the time they had
known each other Elaine had always enjoyed excellent health; so far as
Nora knew--and they had been intimate for years--she had not endured
an ache or pain until the moment arrived when it seemed likely that
she might be able to render some slight services to the friend who had
done so much for her.
It was not strange that Nora took it for granted that she need expect
nothing from the dearest friend she had in the world; and that that
feeling did not tend to lighten the load of depression which, that
Sunday, weighed on her so heavily.
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