Modern Broods; Or, Developments Unlooked ForYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Modern Broods; Or, Developments Unlooked For
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; English fiction
“Well, what would they wish for? I can do something towards preparing
them, and I can teach Thekla, but I should like to know what you think
would be best for them.”
“Vera’s strong point is music,” said Agatha. “She cares for that more
than anything else, and Mr. Selby thought she had talent and might sing,
only she must not strain her voice. I don’t believe she will do much in
any other line. And Polly—she is very good, and always does her best
because it is right, but I don’t think anything is any particular
pleasure to her, except needlework. She is always wanting to make things
for the church. She really has a better voice than Flapsy, and can play
better, but that is because she is so much steadier.”
“Seventeen and sixteen, are they not?”
“Yes; but Polly seems ever so much older than Flapsy.”
“Mrs. Best showed me that she had higher marks. She must be a thoroughly
good girl.”
“That she is,” cried Agatha, warmly. “She never had any task for getting
into mischief.”
“Well, they are both so young that a little study with me will be good
for them, and there will be time to judge what they are fit for. In art
I think they are not much interested.”
“Paula draws pretty well, but Vera hates it. Old Mr. Delrio is always
cross to her now; but—” Agatha stopped short, remembering that there
might be a reason why the drawing master no longer made her a favourite
pupil.
“Do you think him a good judge?”
“Yes; Mrs. Best thinks much of him. He had an artist’s education, and
sometimes has a picture in the Water Colour Exhibition; but I believe he
did not find it answer, and so he took our school of art.”
Agatha had talked sensibly throughout the conference, but not
confidentially; much, in fact, as she would have discussed her sisters
with Mrs. Best. She was glad that at the moment the sound of the piano
set them listening. She did not feel bound to mention to “sister” any
more than she would to the head mistress, that when staying at Mr.
Waring’s country house a sort of semi-flirtation had begun with Hubert
Delrio, a young man to whose education his father had sacrificed a great
deal, and who was a well-informed and intelligent gentleman in all his
ways. He had engaged himself to the great firm of Eccles and Beamster,
ecclesiastical decorators, and might be employed upon the intended
frescoes of St. Kenelm’s Church.
Ought “Sister” to be told?
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