Aristocracy (Social class) -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Anne, 1702-1714 -- Juvenile fiction
"Mother, that is not true," spoke Geraldine, rising to her feet and
flashing one of her strange, earnest glances full upon her mother’s
face; "I did never lead him on. I did never encourage him. I did but
obey your strict injunctions to speak with him, to make his
acquaintance, to try if so be that I might learn to return the affection
with which he professed to honour me."
"And was that not enough to encourage him, in one who played the prude
or the vixen so well in other quarters?" fumed Lady Romaine. "That you,
who chose to send away every other man who addressed compliments to you
with a flea in his ear—that you should suffer him to attend upon you,
and seem to take pleasure in his converse—was not that enough? Why make
yourself the talk of the town with him, to send him away now?"
The injustice of this accusation caused the girl’s cheek to flame; but
she retained her self-control, and answered gently: "Methinks you are
hard to please, mother; for whether I send men away or listen to them
awhile, I am always in the wrong. I did but do your bidding in the
matter of Lord Sandford, and I do not deny that I found him ofttimes an
interesting talker, and that for a while I was willing to regard him as
a friend. But then, as I came to know more and to hear more, my opinion
was forced to change. I fear me that Lord Sandford himself did change,
and for the worse. Nevertheless, I would not judge him; only this I
say—that I cannot and I will not marry him."
"Then go your own way and die a spinster, soured with your own tempers
and megrims!" cried Lady Romaine in a towering passion, as she swept
from the room, her high heels clattering on the polished floor, her
draperies making an angry hissing, like that of a snake disturbed. "I
wash my hands of you from this time forth. Give Lord Sandford his
dismissal yourself, and lose me one of my best and most useful friends.
That is always the way with daughters. Young vipers they should be
called!" And having now reached the door, Lady Romaine passed out and
banged it hard behind her, as a further mark of her displeasure.
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