England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
long fits of depression, in which he felt as if he were doing nothing,
making no way in his work, useless and unprofitable, and better out of
the world than in it. In comparison with the work he had set himself to
do, what he did seemed to be nothing. I suppose it was constitutional,
those attacks of lowness of spirits which he had about this time;
perhaps a part of the nervousness which made him always so awkward when
he came to the Hall. Even Mrs. Medlicott, who almost worshipped the
ground he trod on, as the saying is, owned that Mr. Gray never entered
one of my lady’s rooms without knocking down something, and too often
breaking it. He would much sooner have faced a desperate poacher than a
young lady any day. At least so we thought.
I do not know how it was that it came to pass that my lady became
reconciled to Miss Galindo about this time. Whether it was that her
ladyship was weary of the unspoken coolness with her old friend; or that
the specimens of delicate sewing and fine spinning at the school had
mollified her towards Miss Bessy; but I was surprised to learn one day
that Miss Galindo and her young friend were coming that very evening to
tea at the Hall. This information was given me by Mrs. Medlicott, as a
message from my lady, who further went on to desire that certain little
preparations should be made in her own private sitting-room, in which
the greater part of my days were spent. From the nature of these
preparations, I became quite aware that my lady intended to do honour to
her expected visitors. Indeed Lady Ludlow never forgave by halves, as I
have known some people do. Whoever was coming as a visitor to my lady,
peeress, or poor nameless girl, there was a certain amount of
preparation required, in order to do them fitting honour. I do not mean
to say that the preparation was of the same degree of importance in each
case. I dare say, if a peeress had come to visit us at the Hall, the
covers would have been taken off the furniture in the white drawing-room
(they never were uncovered all the time I stayed at the Hall), because
my lady would wish to offer her the ornaments and luxuries which this
grand visitor (who never came--I wish she had! I did so want to see that
furniture uncovered!) was accustomed to at home, and to present them to
her in the best order in which my lady could. The same rule, modified,
held good with Miss Galindo. Certain things, in which my lady knew she
took an interest, were laid out ready for her to examine on this very
day; and, what was more, great books of prints were laid out, such as I
remembered my lady had had brought forth to beguile my own early days of
illness,--Mr. Hogarth’s works, and the like,--which I was sure were put
out for Miss Bessy.
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