Yes, there was nothing at all specially interesting to think about.
School was school, and there was no stimulation in the life; and
although our house was such a big one, such a barrack of a place, it was
bitterly cold in winter; and we were poor, for father did not get a very
large income, although he worked so hard. He was also somewhat of a
saving turn of mind, and he told me once that he was putting by money in
order to help the boys to go to one of the 'varsities by-and-by. He was
determined that they should be scholars and gentlemen; and of course I
thought this a very praiseworthy ambition of his, and offered to do
without a new summer dress. He did not even thank me; he said that he
thought I could do quite well with my present clothes for some time to
come, and after that I felt my sacrifice had fallen somewhat flat.
But now to-day, just in the midst of my dismal meditations, there came a
smart ring at the hall door bell. There were all sorts of ways of
pulling that bell; it was not an electric bell, but it had a good
ringing sound which none of those detestable new bells ever make. It
pealed through the half-empty house as though the person outside were
impatient. I started and stood irresolute. Would Hannah trouble
herself to attend to it? Hannah was dreadfully rude about the hall
door. She often left people standing there three or four minutes, and
on a bitterly cold day like this it was not pleasant to be in such an
exposed spot. So I waited on tiptoe, and at the first sound of the
second ring I went into the hall, deliberately crossed it, and opened
the hall door.
A lady was standing without. She looked me all over, began to say
something, then changed her mind and stepped into the house, and held
out her hand.
"Why, of course," she said, "you are Rachel Grant."
"Yes, I am," I replied.
"I have come to see you. Will you take me somewhere where I can have a
chat with you?"
"But what is your name, please?" I could not help saying.
"My name is Miss Grace Donnithorne. The Professor knows all about me,
and will explain about me presently; but I have just come to have a
little chat with you. May I come in?"
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