Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 1 — John Shaqi
Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 1Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Effie Ogilvie: the story of a young life; vol. 1
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Scotland -- Fiction
The young people were not in the least impressed by what she said--they
had not been brought up in her sphere. That alarm for exposure, that
dread of a catastrophe which was strong in her bosom, had no response in
theirs. They had no more understanding of poverty than of Paradise--and
to the girls in particular, the idea of a great event, a matter of much
noise and commotion, to be followed by new enchanting freedom and the
possibilities of adventure, was really “fun!” as they said. They were
not afraid of being dropped by their friends.
Society has undergone a change in this respect. A young lady turned into
a fashionable dressmaker would be the most delightful of lions; all her
acquaintances would crowd round her. She would be celebrated as “a noble
girl” by the serious, and as _chic_ by the fast.
Doris looked forward to the possibility with a delightful perception of
all the advantages that were in it. It was more exciting than the other
expedient of marrying, which was all that, in the poverty of her
invention, occurred to Phyllis. They made very merry, while their mother
trembled with an alarm for which there was no apparent foundation. She
was nervous, which is always a ready explanation of a woman’s troubles
and fears.
There was, in fact, no foundation whatever for any alarm. Never had the
credit of Dirom, Dirom and Company stood higher. There was no cloud,
even so big as a finger, upon the sky.
Mr. Dirom himself, though his children were ashamed of him, was not
without acceptance in society. In his faithfulness to business, staying
in town in September, he had a choice of fine houses in which to make
those little visits from Saturday to Monday which are so pleasant; and
great ladies who had daughters inquired tenderly about Fred, and learned
with the profoundest interest that it was he who was the Prince of
Wales, the heir-apparent of the house, he, and not Jack the married son,
who would have nothing to say to the business.
When Fred paid a flying visit to town to “look up the governor,” as he
said, and see what was going on, he too was overwhelmed with invitations
from Saturday to Monday. And though he was modest enough he was very
well aware that he would not be refused, as a son-in-law, by some of the
finest people in England.
That he was not a little dazzled by the perception it would be wrong to
say--and the young Lady Marys in English country houses are very fair
and sweet. But now there would glide before him wherever he went the
apparition of Effie in her white frock.
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