England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
so differently situated, she said to herself, from other girls! Had she
not enough to think of? The trees and the bridges, the gleams of shining
river, the great stretches of wooded country, all glided past her like
things in a dream. It was they that were moving, not she. Nurse talked
now and then; but nurse’s talking did not disturb Cara; she knew by long
experience just how to put in convenient ayes and noes, so as to keep
the good woman going. And thus she went on, her head full of thoughts.
Her difficulties were more grave than those which generally fall to the
lot of so young a girl--but, nevertheless, with the frivolity of youth,
she could feel herself something like Catherine Moreland, hurrying along
to Northanger Abbey, and all the wonders and mysteries there.
She had expected to find her father already arrived and awaiting her;
but he did not come until she had been an hour or two in the
house--which was half a relief and half an offence to her. She was
received with a kind of worship by John and cook, to whom their young
mistress, whom they had only known as a child, was a wonder and delight,
and who mingled a greater degree of affectionate familiarity with the
awe they ought to have felt for her than was quite consistent with
Cara’s dignity. They were anxious to pet and make much of her on her
arrival--cook hurrying upstairs, unnecessarily Cara thought, to show how
prettily her room had been prepared; and John bringing her tea, with
cake and the daintiest bread and butter, and a broad smile of pleasure
on his face. Cara thought it incumbent upon her to send away the cake
and bread and butter, taking only the tea, to prove beyond all power of
misconception that she was no longer a child--but she was sorry for it
after, when John, protesting and horrified, had carried it away
downstairs again. Still, though one is slightly hungry, it is best to
keep up one’s dignity, and ‘begin,’ as Aunt Cherry said, ‘as you meant
to go on.’ Cara would not let herself be governed by old servants, that
she had determined--and it was best to show them at once that this could
not be.
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