England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Any other man would have offended me. This man blushed like a boy, and
looked at the pavement instead of looking at me. By this time I had made
up my mind about him. He was not only a gentleman beyond all doubt, but
a shy gentleman as well. His bluntness and his odd remarks were, as I
thought, partly efforts to disguise his shyness, and partly refuges in
which he tried to forget his own sense of it. I answered his audacious
proposal amiably and pleasantly. "You would only lose your way again,"
I said, "and I should have to take you back to the inn for the second
time."
Wasted words! My obstinate stranger only made another proposal.
"I have ordered lunch here," he said, "and I am quite alone." He stopped
in confusion, and looked as if he rather expected me to box his ears. "I
shall be forty next birthday," he went on; "I am old enough to be your
father." I all but burst out laughing, and stepped across the street, on
my way home. He followed me. "We might invite the landlady to join
us," he said, looking the picture of a headlong man, dismayed by the
consciousness of his own imprudence. "Couldn't you honor me by lunching
with me if we had the landlady?" he asked.
This was a little too much. "Quite out of the question, sir--and you
ought to know it," I said with severity. He half put out his hand.
"Won't you even shake hands with me?" he inquired piteously. When
we have most properly administered a reproof to a man, what is the
perversity which makes us weakly pity him the minute afterward? I was
fool enough to shake hands with this perfect stranger. And, having done
it, I completed the total loss of my dignity by running away. Our dear
crooked little streets hid me from him directly.
As I rang at the door-bell of my employer's house, a thought occurred to
me which might have been alarming to a better regulated mind than mine.
"Suppose he should come back to Sandwich?"
II.
BEFORE many more days passed I had troubles of my own to contend with,
which put the eccentric stranger out of my head for the time.
Unfortunately, my troubles are part of my story; and my early life mixes
itself up with them. In consideration of what is to follow, may I say
two words relating to the period before I was a governess?
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