Christian life -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Once she knitted her brows, and murmured:
"It's a game of see-saw. Geraldine will go up, as far as comfort in her
surroundings go, and I shall go down. What a darling Ted was to leave
me enough to stave off starvation! But it won't give me a home. And I
must have a roof over my head. And to think that only a few weeks ago I
scoffed in my heart at Mrs. Burke's offer. The bread of dependence is
not palatable, but it must be munched and eaten by you, my dear Rowena,
and the sooner you settle it the better."
The three miles to Minley Court seemed of no account to Rowena. She
was a good walker, and was too deep in thought to notice any details
by the way. She found Mrs. Burke in her morning-room, and it was a
propitious moment for her request. The impatient lady was seated at her
writing-desk; letters and papers were fluttering all round her, and
as she turned to greet Rowena, she swept a packet of papers upon the
carpet with her elbow.
"Thank goodness, somebody has arrived to distract me from this chaos!
Come out upon the terrace, and I will enjoy a cigarette if you will
not join me. I have the car coming round in half an hour, I am going
to the Fletchers. May I take you with me? They're charming people, and
you ought to know them. He's a retired admiral, and she's a daughter of
Lord Gallway."
"I'm afraid I must return home quickly. I have come on business this
time, and will get to it at once. Do you remember you were good enough
to ask me the other day if I would be your companion-secretary, and I
told you how impossible it was for me to leave my sister-in-law and her
children? Well, circumstances are changed. She is giving up her house
and going to live with her mother in Berkshire, and I am not going with
her. I couldn't: a mixed household is a mistake, so I am on my own, and
able to do what I like. If your offer still holds good, I would like to
accept it."
"You will? My dear girl, that's the best bit of news I have had for a
long time! I shall be enchanted to have you. I feel inclined to plant
you at my desk now, and start you at that infernal—well, we'll say
unpleasant—mass of letters and bills. It's an accumulation of a couple
of months. I never can overtake it. Why is the art of begging, and
dunning, and boring, made so easy to all of us? When will you come to
me? To-morrow?"
"Indeed no, but in another week or two."
"I suppose I shall have to wait your time. Now we must settle your
salary. Will two hundred pounds suffice? Remember, it will be an
arduous post, for I drive every one about me they say. My days are
overfull, and I shall expect you to be at my beck and call for a good
many hours I am afraid."
Rowena laughed.
"Your salary is munificent, and I am not afraid of work. I shall get a
little quiet time to myself in and out. Thank you very much. Then it
is settled. I should love to tidy up your papers to-day, but I must be
getting back. Will you expect me this day fortnight?"
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