Hopes and Fears: or, scenes from the life of a spinsterYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Hopes and Fears: or, scenes from the life of a spinster
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
England -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction; Single women -- Fiction
So there were calls, which Honor duly returned, and then came
invitations, but to Miss Wells's great annoyance, Honor decided against
these. It was not self-denial, but she thought it suitable. She did not
love the round of county gaieties, and in her position she did not think
them a duty. Retirement seemed to befit the widowhood, which she felt so
entirely that when Miss Wells once drove her into disclaiming all
possibility of marrying, she called it 'marrying again.' When Miss Wells
urged the inexpedience of absolute seclusion, she said she would continue
to make morning calls, and she hoped in time to have friends of her own
to stay with her; she might ask the Raymonds, or some of the quiet,
clerical families (the real _elite_, be it observed) to spend a day or
drink tea, but the dinner and ball life was too utterly incongruous for
an elderly heiress. When it came to the elderly heiress poor Miss Wells
was always shut up in utter despair--she who thought her bright-locked
darling only grew handsomer each day of her pride of womanhood.
The brass which Honora had chosen for her cousin's memorial was slow in
being executed, and summer days had come in before it was sent to
Hiltonbury. She walked down, a good deal agitated, to ascertain whether
it were being rightly managed, but, to her great annoyance, found that
the church having been left open, so many idle people were standing about
that she could not bear to mingle with them. Had it been only the Holt
vassalage, either their feeling would have been one with her own, or they
would have made way for her, but there were some pert nursery maids
gaping about with the children from Beauchamp, whence the heads of the
family had been absent all the winter and spring, leaving various nurses
and governesses in charge. Honora could not encounter their eyes, and
went to the vicarage to send Mr. Henderson, and finding him absent,
walked over sundry fields in a vain search for Brooks. Rain came on so
violently as to wet her considerably, and to her exceeding mortification,
she was obliged to relinquish her superintendence, either in person or by
deputy.
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