Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary BiographyOliphant, Laurence
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Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary Biography
Oliphant, Laurence
Piccadilly (London, England) -- Fiction
"I was just telling Lady Ursula," I said, "that Mr Chundango had
positively had the impudence to propose to you"--Lady Broadhem gave a
sort of suppressed scream--"when you came in."
"Then you did not tell her what he proposed?" she said.
"No, I leave that to you," I said, maliciously.
"My dear Ursula, I would not tell you, because I know you do not approve
of speculations, and I feel myself that they are questionable, if not
actually sinful. My dear child, I did it for the best; Chundango wanted
me to join him in one of his Indian speculations, and proposed to me
to"--Lady Broadhem paused, coloured, looked me full in the face, and
then said slowly--"to unite my resources to his. Fortunately, Lord Frank
has just discovered in time that he is a bankrupt, so of course all
partnership arrangements between us are at an end, and I am most
thankful for the lesson. You know I promised you once before that I
would give up trying to retrieve my own fortunes by commercial
speculation, even of the most legitimate description; and now, my dear
Frank, and you, my sweet child, forgive me for having even thought of
yielding to this temptation. You must have seen how much it has weighed
upon me, Ursula dear, for some time past; but let us be thankful that I
have been saved from it," and the handkerchief was again called into
requisition.
Well done, Lady Broadhem! that was a triumph of white-lying, and the
best piece of acting you have done in my presence; it so touched Lady
Ursula that she threw herself on her mother's neck.
"Never mind, mamma; I know that whatever you do is out of love for us;
but indeed we don't want to be rich. Broadhem has no expensive tastes,
and I would only be too glad to get away from London. Let us let the
house, and take a little cottage somewhere in the country,--we shall be
so much happier;" and Lady Ursula nestled herself on her mother's cheek,
little dreaming that she had nearly had Chundango for a father-in-law,
and evidently much relieved at finding that this dreadful intelligence,
for which I was preparing her, was not some horrid crime, but only
another money affair. As I looked at the mother and daughter, clasped in
each other's arms, and pictured to myself the thoughts that were hidden
in those hearts now palpitating against each other, I felt that it would
almost be a righteous act to tear them asunder for ever.
Never mind, you have given me a hold over you that I shall turn to
account; that lie was dexterously worded, and evidenced infinite
presence of mind; but you will have first to throw over Chundango, and
then to shut his mouth, and then you will have to shut mine, and finally
to shut Drippings his mouth. Oh, my dear Lady Broadhem, what a very
slimy and disagreeable course you have marked out for yourself!
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