Behind a Mask; or, a Woman's PowerAlcott, Louisa May
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Behind a Mask; or, a Woman's Power
Alcott, Louisa May
Governesses -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Sex role -- Fiction; Women -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Before he could slowly rise, Miss Muir glided to them with another cup
on the salver; and, as Lucia took it with a cold nod, the girl said
under her breath, “I think it honest to tell you that I possess a quick
ear, and cannot help hearing what is said anywhere in the room. What you
say of me is of no consequence, but you may speak of things which you
prefer I should not hear; therefore, allow me to warn you.” And she was
gone again as noiselessly as she came.
“How do you like that?” whispered Coventry, as his cousin sat looking
after the girl, with a disturbed expression.
“What an uncomfortable creature to have in the house! I am very sorry I
urged her coming, for your mother has taken a fancy to her, and it will
be hard to get rid of her,” said Lucia, half angry, half amused.
“Hush, she hears every word you say. I know it by the expression of her
face, for Ned is talking about horses, and she looks as haughty as ever
you did, and that is saying much. Faith, this is getting interesting.”
“Hark, she is speaking; I want to hear,” and Lucia laid her hand on her
cousin’s lips. He kissed it, and then idly amused himself with turning
the rings to and fro on the slender fingers.
“I have been in France several years, madam, but my friend died and I
came back to be with Lady Sydney, till--” Muir paused an instant, then
added, slowly, “till I fell ill. It was a contagious fever, so I went of
my own accord to the hospital, not wishing to endanger her.”
“Very right, but are you sure there is no danger of infection now?”
asked Mrs. Coventry anxiously.
“None, I assure you. I have been well for some time, but did not leave
because I preferred to stay there, than to return to Lady Sydney.”
“No quarrel, I hope? No trouble of any kind?”
“No quarrel, but--well, why not? You have a right to know, and I will
not make a foolish mystery out of a very simple thing. As your family,
only, is present, I may tell the truth. I did not go back on the young
gentleman’s account. Please ask no more.”
“Ah, I see. Quite prudent and proper, Miss Muir. I shall never allude to
it again. Thank you for your frankness. Bella, you will be careful not
to mention this to young friends; girls gossip sadly, and it would annoy
Lady Sydney beyond everything to have this talked of.”
“Very neighborly of Lady S. to send the dangerous young lady here,
where there are _two_ young gentlemen to be captivated. I wonder why
she didn’t keep Sydney after she had caught him,” murmured Coventry to
his cousin.
“Because she had the utmost contempt for a titled fool.” Miss Muir
dropped the words almost into his ear, as she bent to take her shawl
from the sofa corner.
“How the deuce did she get there?” ejaculated Coventry, looking as if he
had received another sensation. “She has spirit, though, and upon my
word I pity Sydney, if he did try to dazzle her, for he must have got a
splendid dismissal.”
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