Bildungsromans; Blind -- Fiction; Parent and child -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
There had been the time when he had first been given to her--a
wonderful baby strong as you could wish, full seven and a half pounds
from the moment he was born, and since then she had fed him with her
own hands just like as she was doing now, and getting up at nights
constant when he was hollering for his pap. She had seen him grow up
right from the beginning. And he had gone blind--it couldn’t have been
worse!--so that now he could never have a good time with the young
ladies or nothing, poor Master Johnnie! But she would see him out of
this thing that had come upon them, she had seen him out of many
such--there had been the time when he had been taken with whooping
cough a deal of trouble they had had with him, but they had pulled him
through. Mrs. Haye had been such a good mother to him better indeed
than his real one Mrs. Richard Haye would ever have been. There were
stories the servants that were with her told but then, what was the
good of believing stories but from what was said she was too free
altogether. You can never trust men not even your husband’s best friend
but there it was!
And Master John had growed up and gone to college but that never had
agreed with him, he was weakly ever since she could remember. It was
what she said that had kept him from a preparatory school even if the
doctor had said so too. Then they had had the governess who was not up
to much with all her airs and graces. The way she used to carry on with
that teacher in Norbury, undignifying. But he had been too weakly for
college, he had never been happy there even if he had growed to the
figure of a man he was. The other boys what were less well-behaved and
brought up would have always been at him, she knew their ways. And
there had come a time when he would hardly so much as throw a glance at
her and say “Hullo, Nanny,” and Mr. William had said one day “He is
growing up,” and she had seen him going away from her when the only
things she could do for him was to darn his socks and sew on buttons,
but he was back to her now, she could help him again, bring him up his
food and take him out for walks. It wasn’t right that hussy taking hold
on him and everyone would be talking you see if they didn’t.
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