Dwell Deep; or, Hilda Thorn's Life Story — John Shaqi
Dwell Deep; or, Hilda Thorn's Life StoryLe Feuvre, Amy
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Dwell Deep; or, Hilda Thorn's Life Story
Le Feuvre, Amy
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; England -- Juvenile fiction; Man-women relationships -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction
There was silence; I felt that difficulties were all round me this
afternoon, and perhaps being so tired helped to make me less willing to
assert my views. I sipped my cup of tea before replying, and then said
quietly,--
'It was very kind of her to ask me.'
'It will be great fun, Hilda. The Walkers are awfully good at that kind
of thing, and they are going to have the stage out of doors. I wish I
was going to take part in it, but we shall finish up with a dance after,
so I shall keep myself for that.'
Silently I put up a prayer for courage, and then replied,--
'I don't think I shall go, Nelly; I do not care about theatricals nor
dancing.'
'I have accepted for you,' said Mrs. Forsyth quickly and decidedly, 'for
General Forsyth wishes you to go. I am afraid you must keep your likes
and dislikes in the background whilst with us about matters like this.'
And taking up her work she left us and went towards the house, whilst I
felt my cheeks burn, as I realized how displeased she was at my speech.
Nelly began laughing and talking with Captain Gates, Constance and Mr.
Stroud soon strolled away, and I sat on, conscious that Kenneth's eyes
were upon me, yet feeling so uncertain of myself that I dared not speak.
I think I was very near tears. Presently Nelly turned to me: 'Have you
finished your tea, Hilda? will you come and get some flowers for the
dinner-table?'
I jumped up, tired though I was, and when we were out of hearing of the
others, Nelly put her hand caressingly on my arm:--
'You poor little thing, you have been having a hot time of it since you
came back from your walk. I feel awfully sorry for you. Mother is
vexed, of course, but she will have forgotten all about it by the time
she next sees you. She is never angry for long. Captain Gates said to
me just now that you were not wanting in courage or straightforwardness;
you spoke up well, Hilda; but I have warned you beforehand, you had much
better, as mother says, keep your likes and dislikes to yourself. As
Captain Gates was saying, if a person feels in a foreign element, the
only cure is to adapt themselves to it. He is taking quite an interest
in you, Hilda; he told me you had a true ring about you. But it is
awfully funny to me, your standing out against all innocent pleasure.'
'I will talk to you about it another day, Nelly,' I said, trying to speak
gently; 'don't think me disobliging if I leave you now. I am so tired
that I feel I cannot walk another step. You don't mind getting the
flowers by yourself, do you?'
'Of course I don't. Go up to your room and have a nap; you will have a
quiet time till dinner.'
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