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"She must be quite elderly by this time," said Mrs. Burke musingly;
"she is five years older than I am. Oh, I can't spare you at present.
Not till we are thoroughly settled down in town."
Rowena said no more. She felt a strange interest in this sister of Mrs.
Burke's, and longed that the two sisters should come closer together.
They went up to town, and some very busy crowded weeks followed. From
the first Rowena kept out of the incessant round of gaiety. Mrs. Burke
turned night into day, and thought nothing of attending three or four
reception and supper parties the same night, sometimes cramming in a
theatre as well. To these Rowena did not go. She helped Mrs. Burke when
she entertained at home; beyond that she begged to be excused. There
were charity entertainments, and bazaars in the afternoon, to which
she was dragged. People used Mrs. Burke's house like an hotel, but she
never complained; and the younger and giddier the company was, the
better she enjoyed herself.
The cheque was sent off to her sister, and Mrs. Burke received a letter
of grateful thanks; but it was not till a month later that she allowed
Rowena to go up north, and see what further help was required.
She came back and gave Mrs. Burke her report. "I was only just in time
to see your sister. What a sweet woman she is!"
"She used to be pretty. I suppose she slanged me pretty thoroughly."
"May I be quite frank and tell you her attitude towards you?"
"Oh yes—don't spare my feelings. I have a thick skin and can bear it."
"She said she realized that she had been hard towards you in those
early days; but now that you were getting on in years, she felt sure
you must be becoming tired of a life of pleasure, and she would like to
be friends with you."
"Afraid of losing my money should I die!" snapped Mrs. Burke. "I am
much obliged to her. I hope you stood up for me."
Rowena laughed. "I told her how good you were to me and everybody, and
then we talked about the grandchildren. She is taking her husband to
Bournemouth. It is too late to save his life I am afraid. He has not
the strength for a journey abroad even if the means were forthcoming.
She has a daughter living at home now. She is a governess, but is out
of a situation and has been helping her mother since her father has
been so ill. The grandchildren consist of two girls and a boy. The
boy is a handsome little fellow of fifteen, the girls are sixteen and
twelve. They ought to be all at school. The elder girl teaches the
younger one, and the boy goes to the Grammar School. She is leaving
them for the present at home with her daughter. I think you would lose
your heart to the trio, they are so bright and so good-looking, but are
delicate—want of good food I should say."
"Did you suggest they should come to me?"
"No. How could you have them here in London? I said something about the
holidays, but you must write to your sister about it."
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