Dime novels; Romances; Social classes -- Fiction; Young women -- Conduct of life -- Fiction
“Miss Douglas,” he said, fixing a keen look upon her face, “I told you,
when we first talked this matter over, that I considered it a mere form.
I have been fully satisfied from the first that you are a lady, and
amply qualified for the position I offer you. Now, if you will assure me
that there has been nothing in your life, morally speaking, which would
debar you from entering my family, I can rest satisfied, and there will
be time enough in the future to write to Mr. Conrad.”
Anything in her life, morally speaking!
A little smile of scorn curled her red lips, and the color leaped again
to her very brow; but she lifted her clear, truthful eyes to his, and he
was answered, even before she said, with conscious pride:
“There is nothing, there has been nothing in my life which any one could
question.”
“I knew it,” he answered; “and now I have a request to make, and that
is, that you will allow me to send my carriage for you this evening.
There remains only about a day and a half before we sail, and my family
would like to become somewhat acquainted with you beforehand.”
Brownie shrank from this ordeal, but she knew it must come sooner or
later, and the quicker it was over with the better for all parties.
“Very well, sir,” she answered.
“At what time shall I send for you?”
“An hour will give me ample time to make all needful preparations for
the change.”
“It is five o’clock now. Then at six precisely the carriage shall call
for you. We dine at half-past, when you will meet my family. Now, about
this account; it is not a very large one, Miss Douglas,” he said,
smiling, and turning to the books.
After a moment, he continued, with some hesitation:
“Allow me to give you a check on account. You may wish to make some
purchases before leaving New York.”
Brownie drew herself up like a little princess.
“If you will please pay me what I have earned, sir, it will be all I
require, thank you.”
He ran his eye quickly over the figures, and then paid her just sixteen
dollars and a half, the amount of her earnings for three weeks and two
days.
“Thank you; that is correct,” she said, after counting it; then, with a
bow, she withdrew, a strange feeling of pride and independence in her
heart that for three weeks she had supported herself by the labor of her
own hands.
True, it would take about fourteen of it to pay for her board and
washing, leaving her only two dollars and fifty cents surplus.
She was to receive a salary of five hundred dollars a year, and she
smiled to think how large the sum looked to her now and besides there
were her expenses and the opportunity of a year of travel in charming
Europe.
Brownie arrived at the Coolidge mansion in season to be introduced to
the family before dinner was served.
She did not feel particularly drawn toward either Mrs. Coolidge or her
eldest daughter.
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