Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Family -- England -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
With a bound Miss Perks was in the middle of the floor, tearing the
scarf from her shoulders, and shaking her hair loose from its
fastenings. Betty jumped on a chair to put the shade back in its place,
Nan threw the drapery over the easel, which being done, all three rushed
to the head of the staircase, and peered curiously into the hall
beneath.
Once more disappointment awaited them, for a brown-paper parcel was the
nearest approach to a governess which met their gaze, and the return to
the drawing-room was conducted in a much more leisurely and dignified
manner than the exit. For the first time the awful possibility of
failure seemed to dawn on the hostess's heart.
"Suppose," she said blankly, "suppose Nobody comes! It would be a
terrible disappointment, but the worst of all would be Gervase--my
husband! He laughed so at the preparations. I've provided enough for
twenty. He would tease me to death if it were all left."
"It won't be!" cried Betty stoutly. "If the worst comes to the worst, I
shall be so ravenous with disappointment and nervous strain by six
o'clock, that I shall be able to demolish enough for ten."
"And you can't say you have had nobody. You have had Miss Perks," added
Cynthia slyly; but Mrs Vanburgh refused to be comforted, and wandered
disconsolately up and down the room, peering out of each of the three
windows in succession, and watching the clock with anxious dismay.
"Half-past four, and not one here! What can it mean? Three big Homes I
went to, and there must have been at least a score of inmates in each;
it isn't _possible_ that nobody will come!"
"In all the length and breadth of this great city, is there not _one_
governess who will take pity upon a hospitable lady!" quoted Cynthia
mischievously. It was evident that she also knew the source from which
had sprung the inspiration of these Saturday gatherings; but though Nan
laughed, it was with a somewhat uncertain sound, and her brown eyes
looked suspiciously moist. The two girls were quick to realise that it
was not a time for teasing, and hastened to give a safer turn to the
conversation.
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