Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3 — John Shaqi
Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3Chetwynd, Henry Wayland, Mrs.
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Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3
Chetwynd, Henry Wayland, Mrs.
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If there was a wide difference between the way this invitation was
given, there was a still wider difference in the way it was received. We
have seen how poor Mrs. Dorriman felt it to be the loss of her
independence and the uprooting of her quiet and peaceful life.
But the Rivers girls had that boundless spring of hope that is the
delightful portion of youth and health combined; and in the invitation
conveyed to them through the banker they only saw fresh kindness.
They had been all these years at a very second-rate English school; they
had no visitors, nothing, not even holidays, to break the monotony of
school life, and the prospect of going anywhere was exciting.
They had the misfortune there of being just a little above their
companions in position, their father being a man of good family and
their mother well connected; they had also a little independence of
their own, a hundred and twenty pounds a year, and they were the wards
of Mr. Sandford, whose wealth was immensely exaggerated, as fortune
often is when at all undefined.
The two sisters who kept the school were kindly-intentioned, weak, and
very ignorant women, whose educational deficiencies did not they thought
signify, because they supervised only, and taught nothing
themselves--the fact being that they were not capable of distinguishing
real teaching from something of a very superficial kind.
The girls went there at six and eight years old; they were nice-looking
girls, with no real beauty, but good-looking enough for partial friends
to admire, and enemies to dispraise their personal appearance. The old
ladies were fond of them, flattered and spoiled them, and their
companions followed suit. Never did two girls go out into the wide world
less fitted to take up a position in it properly. Grace had a rooted
conviction that in some way she was a little better than every one else,
and must always lead everywhere; and Margaret, herself very gentle,
timid, and of a clinging nature, saw everything from Grace's standpoint,
measured everything by Grace's standard, conceived her to be the most
beautiful, cleverest, and most wonderful creature ever made, and thought
it quite natural that she should expect always to be first everywhere.
Everything she did she conceived to be almost inspired, she admired her,
looked up to her, and had not a thought or feeling of her own, apart
from her.
The girls left school, escorted as far as Edinburgh by a teacher going
there. They were very much surprised no one met them there, but they
went on to Glasgow, confident that here some one would come for them.
Never, as far as they could remember, had they left school since first
going there, and even Grace, who was independent and capable, she
thought, of going anywhere by herself, was depressed when they arrived
in Glasgow.
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