Criminals -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
Now Mr. Gerald was wholly unaccustomed to this order of treatment, more
especially at the hands of a comely young lady. From them he had come
from experience to expect treatment vastly more solicitous and
sympathetic. And he was quite inclined to resent this change from the
tactics upon which he had been reared, so to speak; more especially,
seeing that his ill-luck and shattered nerves should of themselves have
been sufficient to enlist the condolence of anyone--certainly of one who
pretended to a liking for him as Miss Miriam Crane had just done. Such
methods of exhibiting "liking" this spoiled child did not understand.
And he did not quite know what to say, so he deemed it best to maintain
for the moment a dignified silence. She might take what she liked from
that. She saw his attitude, and felt hurt at it, but undaunted she went
on.
"You will get plenty of people, I know, to flatter and to spoil you, Mr.
Arkel, and I suppose you think me a very objectionable person for
speaking to you like I am doing. But I have had a bitter, hard, and
cruel life, and it is deep down from experience that I speak. If you
knew--but there, all I can say is, that no matter how difficult it has
been for me, I have always stuck to it, and tried to do my duty. You
know I don't want to preach, I----"
"You have not always been teaching," hazarded Gerald, in the hope of
changing the subject.
"No, you know I have not. Did you not tell me that you yourself had seen
me at the 'Frivolity'?"
"Yes, I did. But mind you, I have not breathed a word of it to a soul.
You were in the chorus, weren't you, in one of the musical sketches?"
"I was," replied Miriam calmly. "But I felt obliged in my present
position to deny it point-blank to Mrs. Darrow--not for my own sake
altogether, but for the sake of others. Besides, although I know well
the sort of capital Mrs. Darrow and her friends would make out of such
an incident, I was doing nothing to be ashamed of. I was earning an
honest living when I could do so by no other means, though it was only
ten shillings a week."
"But however did you manage to get yourself into such straits, may I
ask, Miss Crane?"
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