England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
She denied it with such evident sincerity that I could not for a moment
suspect her of deceiving me. Whatever the cause of her distress might
be, it was plain that she had her own reasons for keeping it a secret.
Her French books were on the table. I tried a little allusion to her
lessons.
"I hope you will go on regularly with your studies," I said.
"I will do my best, sir--without you to help me."
She said it so sadly that I proposed--purely from the wish to encourage
her--a continuation of our lessons through the post.
"Send your exercises to me once a week," I suggested; "and I will return
them corrected."
She thanked me in low tones, with a shyness of manner which I had
never noticed in her before. I had done my best to cheer her--and I was
conscious, as we shook hands at parting, that I had failed. A feeling
of disappointment overcomes me when I see young people out of spirits. I
was sorry for Susan.
THIRD EPOCH.
ONE of my faults (which has not been included in the list set forth
by my valet) is a disinclination to occupy myself with my own domestic
affairs. The proceedings of my footman, while I had been away from
home, left me no alternative but to dismiss him on my return. With this
exertion of authority my interference as chief of the household came to
an end. I left it to my excellent housekeeper, Mrs. Mozeen, to find
a sober successor to the drunken vagabond who had been sent away. She
discovered a respectable young man--tall, plump, and rosy--whose name
was Joseph, and whose character was beyond reproach. I have but one
excuse for noticing such a trifling event as this. It took its place, at
a later period, in the chain which was slowly winding itself round me.
My uncle had asked me to prolong my visit and I should probably
have consented, but for anxiety on the subject of a near and dear
relative--my sister. Her health had been failing since the death of her
husband, to whom she was tenderly attached. I heard news of her while I
was in Sussex, which hurried me back to town. In a month more, her death
deprived me of my last living relation. She left no children; and my two
brothers had both died unmarried while they were still young men.
This affliction placed me in a position of serious embarrassment, in
regard to the disposal of my property after my death.
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