Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 683: January 27, 1877Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 683: January 27, 1877
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'O yes; but you could go if you did not like us, you know.'
'And you could dismiss me if you did not like me.'
'I did not think of that; I was only afraid--companion means so much,
does it not?--how hard it would be for me if I cared for you, and you
only cared to be here because'----
'Of the salary I received?'
'Oh, pray do not think that I meant that.--May I say exactly what I was
thinking of, Miss Haddon?'
'Pray do.'
'Then I meant that it would be bad for me if you looked down upon the
Farrars, if you were ever so nice, or even if you looked down upon the
Tippers. I have just seen papa, and he says you belong to great people.
That rather frightened me, until I saw dear old auntie, and found that
she only knew you were nice; when I began to hope.'
'I shall soon set your mind at ease about all that,' I cheerfully
replied. 'Meantime, believe this much--I have begun to look up to Mrs
Tipper.'
'What a nice kind thing to say, Miss Haddon.'
'What a pleasant thing to feel, Miss Farrar.'
She made a little _moue_ at the 'Miss Farrar,' and I went on: 'You are
very young, are you not?--younger than I expected to find you.' I was
going to add for an engaged young lady, but thought it better to let
the allusion to her engagement come first from her.
'Only just turned seventeen,' she replied with a little sigh.
'Is that so very depressing?'
'Dear Miss Haddon, if I may tell you about myself, we shall feel more
at home with each other?'
'Tell me anything you please, my dear; and try to believe this
much--you may trust me.'
'I believed that, the very first moment I looked at you. Yours is a
face to trust.'
'Is it--is it?' I murmured, smoothing the hair back from her white
brow. 'That is indeed something to be thankful for. And now I can ask
with a clear conscience, why it is a trouble to be only seventeen?'
'Because--dear Miss Haddon, I am engaged; and Arthur--that is his
name, you know--does not like waiting until I am older, to be married.
Papa says he must wait at least a year, and Arthur does not like it.
Of course I should prefer waiting. I am sure we could not possibly be
happier than we are now, and I should not like leaving papa--I will
not, until he is quite well again--but I do not like Arthur to be
disappointed either.'
'Mr Farrar told me of the engagement.'
'But I do not think that papa told you of one thing which is the very
best of all. Arthur first met me at a garden-party, given by one of our
neighbours, just after I came home for good; and he had not the least
idea that papa was rich when he began to care for me. He liked me for
myself--only for myself!' with a grave little nod at me. 'He was quite
surprised when he found that I am an heiress. Do you know, he often
says that he should prefer having to work for me; only, of course, that
need not be.'
I read her thought, and my heart went out to Lilian Farrar, as I
smilingly replied: 'He gives one that impression.'
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