"You must show them to me to-morrow. I expect they are very smart--
coming from France. I always wear black, so there was not much to be
done. I had the black satin taken off my cashmere dress, and folds of
crape put in its place, and some dull trimming, instead of jet, on my
cape. I haven't decided about my bonnet. You must give me your advice.
Of course, I wish to do everything that is proper, but it's been an
expensive year."
"Yes," assented Sylvia absently. She rose from her seat and, walking
across the room, leant her elbow on the mantelpiece. There was
something she wanted to say, and it was easier to say it with averted
face. "Aunt Margaret, I want to ask you a question. Please tell me the
truth. Shall I have any money? Was father able to provide for me? I
know you are not well off, and I could not bear to be a burden to you.
If I have no money of my own, I must try to earn some."
"I should be telling you the truth, my dear, if I said that I knew less
about it than you do yourself. Your father was very close about
business matters--very close indeed. He was supposed to have a good
business a few years ago, and was always very handsome in his ways, but
he has grumbled a good deal of late, and I don't know how things will be
now he is gone. He had a lawsuit with an old partner in Ceylon, which
hung on a long time. I don't know if it is settled yet; and, if not, we
shall have to let it drop. You can always have a home with me; but
there will be nothing to spare for lawyers' expenses. Give me a bird in
the hand, as I said to your father the last time he was home.
"If the worst comes to the worst, you can give some music lessons in the
neighbourhood. Mrs Burton was telling me on Monday that her little boy
has quite a taste--picks out all the barrel-organ tunes on the piano
with one finger. You might get him as a beginning."
"Yes," assented Sylvia faintly; and to herself she cried, "Oh, Jack
dear--how good of you to love me! How good of you to give me something
to live for! How dreadful, dreadful, dreadful I should be feeling now
if you had not met me, and made the whole world different!"
Miss Munns was watching her anxiously, fearing a burst of tears, and was
greatly relieved when she turned round and showed a composed and even
smiling face. "I'll find some work if it is necessary, auntie; and I'll
try to help you too. You have been very good to me, and I'm afraid I
have been rather horrid sometimes. I thought of it when I was away, and
determined to make a fresh start if you would forgive me this time. We
are the only two left, and we ought to love each other."
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