Aristocracy (Social class) -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Anne, 1702-1714 -- Juvenile fiction
At this juncture the horses became so fidgety with standing in the glare
of the sun that Lord Sandford stepped back, and the coach rolled upon
its way. Lady Romaine waved her scented kerchief, and then routed her
scent-bottle out of her reticule, and turning sharply upon her daughter,
said,—
"Why sit you ever like a stuffed owl, without so much as a word or a
smile? I die for shame every time I take you out. What have I done to
be punished with such a daughter? One would think you to be a
changeling child, if you did not so favour the Adairs. How think you
you will ever get wed, sitting gaping there like a farm-house wench, who
is afraid to open her lips lest she should betray herself by her speech.
You put me to shame, child; I could cry with mortification. What will
the world say, save that I have an idiot for a daughter?"
Geraldine knew not what to answer. As she listened to the fatuous and
stilted talk which was fashionable in her mother’s world, with its
senseless mythological allusions and high-flown extravagances, it often
seemed to her that these gay dandies and dames were all playing at
madmen together. Her tongue had never learned the trick of such talk.
It perplexed and disgusted her, seeming trivial and childish when it was
not improper or profane. She saw other young girls who listened
eagerly, and as eagerly reproduced the flowery nonsense amongst
themselves and their admirers; but it seemed impossible to her to do the
like, and she listened in humble silence to her mother’s tirades,
wondering whether there were something radically wrong about herself, or
whether the absurdity and folly were in others.
"But, madam," she said gently at the last, "why should I get me a
husband so soon? My grandmother was against very early marriages, and
as she lay dying she often warned me to make very careful choice ere I
gave my hand in troth-plight. She said I must needs be certain of mine
own heart, for that no more wretched life could exist for woman than
when she was tied to a man she could not love or respect."
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