Australia -- Fiction; Family life -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Mothers -- Fiction
And then I was deceived by false representations into engaging a widow
lady, who had seen better days. She was recommended to me as an
experienced teacher, having held situations in high families before her
marriage; and I naturally supposed that one who had been a mother
herself would be a safer guide for a young girl than one who had not.
But words cannot describe what a wretch that woman was. There is
something about widows--I don't know what it is--something that seems
almost improper--especially those that are by way of being young and
pretty, like Mrs. Underwood, though she was all forty, if she was a day,
in spite of her baby airs and graces and her butter-yellow hair. She had
the audacity to try and flirt with Tom, under cover of her pathetic
stories of her lost husband and children, and those better days that
were a pure invention; and he was too idiotically stupid--that is, too
innocent and simple-minded--to see what was so glaringly transparent to
everybody else. He used to think her an ill-used woman and pity her, and
think me hard and unfeeling because I didn't. Oh, never will I have a
widow about my house again! She entirely destroyed our domestic peace.
Things came to such a pass, indeed, that Tom even threatened--seriously,
and not in a joke--to get out his captain's certificate and return to
sea, because his home, that had always been so happy, had become
unbearable.
She went at last, and then I felt that I had had enough of governesses.
Determined that I would never undergo such misery again, and at the same
time strongly objecting to boarding-schools for girls, there was nothing
for it but to superintend Lily's general studies myself, and take her
into town for special lessons. I did not like the job, and found her
very tiresome and disheartening; she seemed to mope, all alone, and
would not interest herself in anything. A girl in these days is never
satisfied with her mother for a companion, and after a time, when the
Jukes were settled in their Melbourne house, I was glad to let her go on
long visits to her sister. There she found plenty to occupy and amuse
her, while I sat solitary at home, working for them both.
For I had no children left when she was away. The difficulty of the
governess was not the only trouble that resulted from Emily's desertion
of me. Harry also forsook the nest. He said it was inconvenient to live
so far from his office, though he had never thought of that while she
was with us, and that it would be better for business reasons to have a
lodging in town. I did not attempt to thwart him. And so, as soon as he
was strong enough to return to regular work--so valued was he by the
shipping firm which employed him that they had kept his situation open
during his illness--he took himself and a new bicycle to a stuffy
Melbourne suburb, where he would be in the way of meeting his beloved
frequently at the houses of her friends.
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