Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's TroublesPaull, H. B., Mrs.
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Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's Troubles
Paull, H. B., Mrs.
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"I have plenty to last us for two or even three years," he would say,
"and by that time I shall no doubt have another successful venture; so
it's all right, Fanny, don't you worry yourself. I mean you to have a
house and servants, and every appliance suitable to my means. There is
no other sure way of getting into society nowadays, and the more money
you appear to have, the more likely people are to help you in the
furtherance of your plans."
And Fanny, during the early years of her married life, though not
convinced, submitted to be made a fine lady, to be waited upon by a
lady's-maid, to have a first-rate cook, housemaids, a nurse, and a
nursery-maid. They resided in a luxuriously furnished house, they gave
dinner parties, and soon drew around them a host of acquaintances who
were ready to become friends with the rising young colonist and his
family in the days of their prosperity. But this could not last long. By
an unfortunate venture they lost house, furniture, servants, and
sunshine friends, except some few who liked the genial company of the
thoughtless speculator, and respected his wife. One thing, however,
Fanny was firm in, she would engage no expensive governess for her
children, and from their earliest childhood she had taught them herself.
After many ups and downs caused by her husband's reckless speculations,
which are, after all, a species of gambling, we find them now in a small
pleasant house, plainly furnished, with but two servants. One of them,
whose attachment to Fanny and the children still kept her in the
nursery, had, on the evening of which we write, assisted her dear
mistress to undress.
Something in the appearance of Mrs. Franklyn made the faithful woman
call the two girls out of the room, and say--
"Don't leave your mamma, Miss Clara, I am going to put little Albert to
bed, and then I'll come and take your place."
"I may stay too, nurse," said Mabel, "may I not? I've got an interesting
book to read, and we wont talk."
"I do not intend to read," said Clara, in a tone of womanly importance.
"I have my work to do, and I can watch and attend to mamma at the same
time."
"Ah, well," said nurse to herself, as she left the room, "you're a
sensible young lady after all, only a bit too precocious for your age,
Miss Clara. Oh dear!" she sighed, "to think they're going to lose their
mother, who has taught them to be so clever, and trained them in the
right way! And then for the master to be so blind, and not to see that
his wife is dying. Ugh! I don't like such light-hearted people; they
shut their eyes to trouble till it's close upon them. He's gone out
pleasuring to-night, and I don't like the looks of the dear mistress."
And at this thought nurse hastened her steps to the nursery, for it was
past baby's bedtime, and she had left him in the care of the other
servant.
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