Boston Neighbours In Town and OutPoor, Agnes Blake
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Boston Neighbours In Town and Out
Poor, Agnes Blake
Boston (Mass.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories
"I am very glad you did," said Lucy, with another loving caress, which
he hardly seemed to notice. He looked at his watch, and told her she had
better hurry and change her dress. In five minutes they walked together
down the street under the beautiful arch of leafless elms, where the
snowy air brought glowing roses into Lucy's cheeks, and an elastic
spring into her tread. Her husband shrank up closer inside his fur-lined
coat, and slipped a case he had taken from his study from one cold hand
to another.
"I hope the children will be ready," from her; "Julia will see to that,"
from him,--were all the words that passed between them on their way.
The Talbot house was but a few streets off. Lucy did not often enter it;
but the picture of battered, faded prettiness it presented, taken in at
a few glances, and heightened each time it was seen, was deeply stamped
on her mind. There was no spare money to keep up appearances here.
Mabel's father had been unfortunate in his investments and extravagant
in his expenditures, and died a poor man, while her relations had grown
tired of helping Eugene, whose business talents had not fulfilled their
early promise. He always seemed, somehow, to miss in his calculations.
What little order there now was in the place was due to the energetic
rule of Julia Mitchell, already felt from garret to cellar. By her care
the three little girls were dressed and ready, and were hanging, eager
and excited, round their mother, who sat, her baby on her lap, with
tear-washed cheeks and absent gaze, all pretence to the art of dress
abandoned. She hardly looked up as her beautiful, richly clad visitor
entered; but when she felt the tender pressure of the hand that Lucy
silently extended, she gave way to a fresh burst of grief.
"Stevens here? asked Dr. Wilson, aside, of Miss Mitchell.
"Yes, sir; he's upstairs; and Miss Fuller, and Mr. Talbot--_he's_ some
use, and the boy wants him. I don't believe you'll ever get him to take
the ether unless his papa's 'round; and I thought, if Miss Fuller would
stay outside and look after _her_?"
"Certainly."
"Then, if Mrs. Wilson will take the others off, why, the sooner the
better."
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