Autobiographical fiction; England -- Fiction; Feminist fiction; Governesses -- Fiction; Single women -- Fiction
used to covet so greatly. Alas! how far the promise of anticipation
exceeds the pleasure of possession! There’s a fine sentiment! I assure
you I am become quite a grave old matron: pray come, if it be only to
witness the wonderful change. Write by return of post, and tell me when
your vacation commences, and say that you will come the day after, and
stay till the day before it closes—in mercy to
“Yours affectionately,
“ROSALIE ASHBY.”
I showed this strange epistle to my mother, and consulted her on what I
ought to do. She advised me to go; and I went—willing enough to see
Lady Ashby, and her baby, too, and to do anything I could to benefit
her, by consolation or advice; for I imagined she must be unhappy, or
she would not have applied to me thus—but feeling, as may readily be
conceived, that, in accepting the invitation, I made a great sacrifice
for her, and did violence to my feelings in many ways, instead of being
delighted with the honourable distinction of being entreated by the
baronet’s lady to visit her as a friend. However, I determined my visit
should be only for a few days at most; and I will not deny that I
derived some consolation from the idea that, as Ashby Park was not very
far from Horton, I might possibly see Mr. Weston, or, at least, hear
something about him.
CHAPTER XXII.
THE VISIT
Ashby Park was certainly a very delightful residence. The mansion was
stately without, commodious and elegant within; the park was spacious
and beautiful, chiefly on account of its magnificent old trees, its
stately herds of deer, its broad sheet of water, and the ancient woods
that stretched beyond it: for there was no broken ground to give
variety to the landscape, and but very little of that undulating swell
which adds so greatly to the charm of park scenery. And so, this was
the place Rosalie Murray had so longed to call her own, that she must
have a share of it, on whatever terms it might be offered—whatever
price was to be paid for the title of mistress, and whoever was to be
her partner in the honour and bliss of such a possession! Well I am not
disposed to censure her now.
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