Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no. 147, vol. III, October 23, 1886Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, fifth series, no. 147, vol. III, October 23, 1886
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‘My dear Nan, I think you are talking a little hastily. No doubt you
would feel a little awkward among the London ladies at first, but that
would soon pass away. And Mrs Judson promised me to chaperon you a bit,
and’——
‘I wish to hear nothing more, sir, about Mrs Judson,’ she answered
curtly.
‘Well, Nan, she’s a good friend of yours. I told her all about our
little affair. She said of course it would be a great sacrifice on my
part; but she applauded my intention of acting honourably towards you,
even although you were only an innkeeper’s daughter. Of course, it may
be two or three years before I’——
‘Stop!’ she cried, rising to her feet, her lips quivering and her
cheeks as pale as death—‘stop, sir! I did not send for you here to
insult me. Surely I have spoken plainly enough; but your head is so
stuffed with selfish vanity, you cannot comprehend me. Our engagement
is at an end. Here are all your letters and presents! You’ll return
mine when you get to London.—Now, go!’
As she said the last words, she drew herself up to her full height and
pointed to the door. The action was perhaps a little theatrical; but
when he looked at her white set face and flashing eyes, he saw plainly
enough that she was acting no part. He fancied he had never seen her
looking so handsome before; and he felt a sinking at his heart at the
thought of having by his foolish letters and talk lost for ever this
woman.
‘You—you—are—angry just now, Nan. Do take time to’——
‘Go!’ she repeated firmly, her hand still pointing to the door. Her
face was marble in its inflexibility; he knew his doom was sealed.
Making a poor show of indifferent self-possession, he rose and quitted
the room.
When he was fairly gone, Nan broke down entirely. Shutting herself up
in her bedroom, she made use of the safety-valve provided by nature
for her sex, and had a thoroughly good cry. Next morning, she was calm
and self-possessed, although her eyes were red and heavy looking. Her
cherished idol had crumbled into dust; and it became her, she thought,
as a prudent damsel to sweep away the smallest trace of it from her
heart.
LONDON CHARITY ORGANISATION SOCIETY.
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