Dime novels; Romances; Social classes -- Fiction; Young women -- Conduct of life -- Fiction
Upon this particular morning, Brownie was exquisitely lovely in a soft,
trailing robe of white cashmere, trimmed with rose-colored silk, and
confined at the waist by a heavy cord and tassels of the same color.
Full ruchings of costly lace surrounded her neck and wrists, and from
beneath the folds of her dress peeped the tiniest kid slipper,
ornamented with bows of rose-colored satin. Her hair was arranged
simply, but very becomingly, for Milly took the utmost delight in her
new vocation, and spared no pains to make her fair young mistress look
beautiful; and no one could say, as she sits listening while her husband
reads to her from the morning paper, but that the lovely bride was
absolutely perfect, from the crown of her pretty head to the sole of her
dainty slipper.
Nurse Clum has returned to West Malling, since she is no more needed for
propriety’s sake; but she did not go empty-handed by any means, for
Adrian crowded her poor little purse to its fullest capacity, while
Brownie bought the very nicest black silk for a dress which she could
find as a testimonial of her appreciation of the kindness which she had
done her.
The little golden clock upon its bracket of carved marble chimed the
hour of eleven, and scarcely had it ceased when there came a knock upon
the door.
Another instant it was swung open, and the waiter announced:
“Lady Dunforth!”
Brownie colored violently at the name, and glanced in surprise at her
husband, wondering how it happened that she, of all others, should be
the first to call upon her.
Much pleased, Adrian rose to greet her ladyship, and, leading her to
Brownie, said, to her increasing surprise:
“Grandmother, this is my darling. Will you love her for my sake first,
until you come to know her, when, I am sure, you will love her for her
own?”
The old lady had hardly seen Brownie when she was at the castle, she had
been so much engaged with her company, and she would never have
recognized her as the same being as she stood before her now in all her
bright loveliness.
She was charmed with her!
Her quick eye took in at a single glance every item of her tasteful
toilet, and even the narrow little foot, with its arching instep; and
she knew at once that she was in the presence of a true and well-born
lady.
Her heart, which had been filled with dread and distress ever since she
had first known of her boy’s marriage, instantly settled down into a
state of restful satisfaction and delight.
She greeted the young bride with the utmost graciousness, and said,
sweetly, as she kissed her:
“My dear, I do not think I shall even need Adrian’s recommendation to
make me love you.”
Brownie concealed her amazement at this new development as best she
could.
She had never dreamed that Adrian was the grandson of Lord Dunforth
until that moment, and the knowledge brought with it various conflicting
emotions.
She gave him one quick, surprised look, and then devoted herself to the
entertainment of her distinguished guest.
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