We occupied the ground floor in our house at the Villa, while the _primo
piano_ was inhabited by an English family, consisting of a middle-aged
lady, a gentleman, and two daughters. My mother, as a rule, kept aloof
from the companionship of her compatriots while on the continent, unless
they were old friends, and preferred the society of the natives; but I
had a secret hankering after the acquaintance of the English girls above
us. The eldest in particular took my fancy; she was tall and well
formed, with a profusion of dark brown hair, and although her face could
not be called beautiful, it was wonderfully expressive. I had heard of
her proficiency in drawing, and had often passed her as she sat
sketching under her large umbrella, and I knew she was a charming
musician, for I could hear her beautiful touch on the pianoforte, and
her melodious singing in many languages, as clearly as if we had been in
the same room; but time wore on, and we did not become acquainted.
One day I was busy reading in our little sitting-room when I heard the
most piercing shrieks, accompanied with a stamping of feet and other
signs of distress. Without a moment’s hesitation, I flung down my book
and, heedless of _les convenances_, rushed upstairs, and dashed into the
room, where I found the two girls ministering to their mother’s maid,
who for some unreasonable reason or other had gone off into violent
hysterics. That was the strange fashion in which we made the
acquaintance of the excellent Boddingtons, whose companionship and
friendship cheered many years of the lives of both generations. From
that moment the two mothers became inseparable, and both the girls
endeared themselves to my heart, so much so that the elder and I were
subsequently known amongst our friends at Rome and Florence as “Rosalind
and Celia.”
While we were at the baths of Lucca, a ball was given by the couriers
and upper servants of the families passing the summer there, which was
to take place in the little theatre where dramatic performances were
occasionally given. To this ball the “quality” were bidden, and places
assigned to them in the boxes, while the pit and stage were boarded over
for the dancers.
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