England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Governesses -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"No, I do not," I answered abruptly, far too abruptly, I am afraid;
"human beings cannot be like sheep jumping through a hedge--if one
jumps, they all jump, you know."
"And you do not like that," with a little laugh, as though he were
amused.
"No, I must be sure it is a safe gap first, and not a short cut to
nowhere," was my inexplicable response. I do not know if Mr. Lucas
understood me, for just then Miss Ruth gave the signal for the ladies
to rise. The rest of the evening was rather a tedious affair. I played
a little, but no one seemed specially impressed, and I could hear Mrs.
Smedley's voice talking loudly all the time.
Mr. Lucas did not address me again; he and Uncle Geoffrey talked
politics on the rug. The Smedleys went early, and just as we were about
to follow their example a strange thing happened; poor Miss Ruth was
taken with one of her bad attacks.
I was very frightened, for she looked to me as though she were dying;
but Uncle Geoffrey was her doctor, and understood all about it, and
Allan quietly stood by and helped him.
Mr. Lucas rang for nurse, who always waited on Miss Ruth as well as
Flurry, but she had gone to bed with a sick headache. The housemaid was
young and awkward, and lost her head entirely, so Uncle Geoffrey sent
her away to get her mistress' room ready, and he and Allan carried Miss
Ruth up between them; and a few minutes afterward I heard Allan's
whistle, and ran out into the hall.
"Good-night, Esther," he said, hurriedly; "I am just going to the
surgery for some medicine. Uncle Geoffrey thinks you ought to offer
your services for the night, as that girl is no manner of use; you had
better go up now."
"But, Allan, I do not understand nursing in the least," for this
suggestion terrified me, and I wanted the walk home with Allan, and a
cozy chat when every one had gone to bed; but, to my confusion, he
merely looked at me and turned on his heel. Allan never wasted words on
these occasions; if people would not do their duty he washed his hands
of them. I could not bear him to be disappointed in me, or think me
cowardly and selfish, so I went sorrowfully up to Miss Ruth's room, and
found Uncle Geoffrey coming in search of me.
"Oh, there you are, Esther," he said, in his most business-like tone,
taking it for granted, as a matter of course, that I was going to stay.
"I want you to help Miss Lucas to get comfortably to bed; she is in
great pain, and cannot speak to you just yet; but you must try to
assist her as well as you can. When the medicine comes, I will take a
final look at her, and give you your orders." And then he nodded to me
and went downstairs. There was no help for it; I must do my little
best, and say nothing about it.
Strange to say, I had never been in Miss Ruth's room before. I knew
where it was situated, and that its windows looked out on the garden,
but I had no idea what sort of a place it was.
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