Chateau d'Or, Norah, and Kitty CraigHolmes, Mary Jane
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Chateau d'Or, Norah, and Kitty Craig
Holmes, Mary Jane
American fiction -- 19th century; Americans -- France -- Fiction; Manners and customs -- Fiction
The drawing-room door was open, and as I passed it I could not forbear
glancing in at the table, set with the best damask and silver and glass
which No.— afforded, and, right before the fire, under the chandelier,
stood the bride in full evening dress of light silk, her golden curls
falling behind from a pearl comb, and her blue eyes upturned to the
husband who stood beside her, to _George_, as I knew in a moment,
recognizing them at once as my fellow-travelers from Dover, and
remembering again what the bride had said of Miss Lucy Elliston and a
Mr. Gordon. Strangely enough, too, my thoughts went far back to Archie,
and what I might have been had he lived, and there was a swelling of my
heart, and the tears were in my eyes as I followed Miss Keith to my
room, the door of which she threw wide open, and then stood back for me
to see and admire.
“Oh-h! what have you done? I exclaimed, and then in an instant I
comprehended the whole, and knew just how the good souls had planned,
and contrived, and undoubtedly denied themselves to give me this
surprise and delightful welcome home.
It was not the old dingy apartment at all, but the coziest of rooms,
with fresh paint and paper, a new, light ingrain carpet of drab and
blue, with chintz coverings for the furniture, of the same shade, and
pretty muslin curtains looped back from the windows in place of the
coarse Nottingham lace which had always been an offense to me. Add to
this a bright fire in the grate, and my little round tea-table drawn up
before it, with the rolls and chop, and pot of damson plums, and the
teakettle boiling merrily, and you have the picture of the room which I
stood contemplating, while Miss Keith blew her nose softly, and wiped
her eyes with the corner of her apron as she said:
“You see, the girls and me (they always spoke of each other as _girls_,
these women of fifty, fifty-five and sixty) the girls and me thought you
had been forlorn long enough, and when Mrs. Winters left and was pleased
to give us ten pounds extra, and we let the drawing-rooms so quick and
well, pay beginning the day it was let, we said we would do something
for Miss Norah, and we meant to have the fire made and a nice hot supper
ready when you came, but you took us by surprise, and we had to keep you
below till we could straighten up. I am glad you like it. There’s Mrs.
Trevyllan’s bell, and I must go.”
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