Yes--‘be a lady--’ this was the sole ambition that had sunk deeply into
the wild girl’s heart, the solitary longing that had worked in her
since she had been able to choose things for herself. Brought up in the
midst of the lives of adventurers, it had been impossible that she
should not be aware of all the hardships, the possible wretchedness
that attend too often on professional careers. Brought up by a father,
adventurer and vagabond, who had been artist, musician, actor, as
inclination prompted him; by a mother who had left a safe home to share
his lot, and had ever afterwards regretted her choice openly, she had
early learned to set an unspeakable value on the money that does not
ask for years of labour, but is freely and graciously inherited. Ever
since, in her early youth, she had heard of her uncle’s wealth, it had
represented a means of obtaining that graciousness; since, if he left
his money to her brother and herself, they would be able to be a lady
and a gentleman and would not be obliged to work. The years, as they
passed, increased this confidence--her uncle was a man, and all men
were good to her.
So, now that her father and mother had both been dead a year--the
father and mother who had not shared her hope, who, judging from their
own hardly-earned experiences, had refused to appeal to her uncle for
money or for help--now that she had been left with her brother to
struggle as they could, and their money was almost spent, and
themselves almost destitute, it was natural that they should at length
resolve on one grand effort on which to stake their lives. They had
come down from London to the village next to Lindum, in which town Mr
Lee had lived all his life, and from thence had addressed to him a
touching letter, describing their poverty and their orphanhood. To that
letter they had not as yet received an answer--although they had felt
that it was beautifully expressed--and so, undaunted, they had agreed
in council, in person to storm the breach and win the day. Which is to
say, they were about, that afternoon, to call at Mr Lee’s house, and at
least leave cards on him.
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