Run to Earth: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Run to Earth: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
English fiction
On the occasion of these visits, he only saw his _protégée_ for about a
quarter of an hour, while the stately Miss Beaumont looked on, smiling
a dignified smile upon her pupil and the liberal patron who paid so
handsomely for that pupil's education. She had always a good account to
give of Sir Oswald's _protégée_--there never was so much talent united
to so much industry, according to Miss Beaumont's report. Sometimes Sir
Oswald begged to hear Miss Milford sing, and Honoria seated herself at
the piano, over whose notes her white fingers seemed to have already
acquired perfect command.
The rich and clear soprano voice had attained new power since Sir
Oswald had heard it in the moonlit market-place; the execution of the
singer improved day by day. The Italian singing-master spoke in
raptures of his pupil--never was there a finer organ or more talent.
Miss Milford could not fail to create a profound impression when her
musical education should be completed, and she should appear before the
public.
But as the year drew to its close, Sir Oswald Eversleigh talked less
and less of that public career for which he had destined his
_protégée_. He no longer reminded her that on her own industry depended
her future fortune. He no longer spoke in glowing terms of that
brilliant pathway which lay before her. His manner was entirely
changed, and he was grave and silent whenever any allusion was made by
Miss Beaumont or Honoria to the future use which was to be made of that
superb voice and exceptional genius.
The schoolmistress remarked upon this alteration one day, when talking
to her pupil.
"Do you know, my dear Miss Milford, I am really inclined to believe
that Sir Oswald Eversleigh has changed his mind with regard to your
future career, and that he does not intend you to be an opera-singer."
"Surely, dear Miss Beaumont, that is impossible," answered Honoria,
quietly; "my education is costing my kind bene--relative a great deal
of money, which would be wasted if I were not to make music my
profession. Besides, what else have I to look to in the future?
Remember, Sir Oswald has always told you that I have my own fortune to
achieve. I have no claim on any one, and it is to his generosity alone
I owe my present position."
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