Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 1Burney, Fanny
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Cecilia; Or, Memoirs of an Heiress — Volume 1
Burney, Fanny
England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Love stories; Young women -- Fiction
Her L200 pounds however, which was to have been returned at the end if
the first week, though a fortnight was now elapsed, had not even been
mentioned; she began to grow very impatient, but not knowing what course
to pursue, and wanting courage to remind Mr Harrel of his promise, she
still waited the performance of it without speaking.
At this time, preparations were making in the family for removing to
Violet-bank to spend the Easter holidays: but Cecilia, who was too much
grieved at such perpetual encrease of unnecessary expences to have
any enjoyment in new prospects of entertainment, had at present some
business of her own which gave her full employment.
The poor carpenter, whose family she had taken under her protection, was
just dead, and, as soon as the last duties had been paid him, she sent
for his widow, and after trying to console her for the loss she had
suffered, assured her she was immediately ready to fulfil the engagement
into which she had entered, of assisting her to undertake some better
method of procuring a livelihood; and therefore desired to know in what
manner she could serve her, and what she thought herself able to do.
The good woman, pouring forth thanks and praises innumerable, answered
that she had a Cousin, who had offered, for a certain premium, to take
her into partnership in a small haberdasher's shop. “But then, madam,”
continued she, “it's quite morally impossible I should raise such a
sum, or else, to be sure, such a shop as that, now I am grown so poorly,
would be quite a heaven upon earth to me: for my strength, madam, is
almost all gone away, and when I do any hard work, it's quite a piteous
sight to see me, for I am all in a tremble after it, just as if I had
an ague, and yet all the time my hands, madam, will be burning like a
coal!”
“You have indeed been overworked,” said Cecilia, “and it is high time
your feeble frame should have some rest. What is the sum your cousin
demands?”
“O madam, more than I should be able to get together in all my life!
for earn what I will, it goes as fast as it cones, because there's many
mouths, and small pay, and two of the little ones that can't help at
all;--and there's no Billy, madam, to work for us now!”
“But tell me, what is the sum?”
“Sixty pound, madam.”
“You shall have it!” cried the generous Cecilia, “if the situation will
make you happy, I will give it you myself.”
The poor woman wept her thanks, and was long before she could
sufficiently compose herself to answer the further questions of Cecilia,
who next enquired what could be done with the children? Mrs Hill,
however, hitherto hopeless of such a provision for herself, had for
them formed no plan. She told her, therefore, to go to her cousin, and
consult upon this subject, as well as to make preparations for her own
removal.
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