Gothic fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"Ah, surely you're not going to desert me already; my little friend is
the one thing in the world I care for, just now; what would be the
result, if she were to turn faithless?"
I averted my head. "You should have been prepared for that when you took
a child into your friendship."
"Ah! that rankles still, I see. Well, now, turn your face toward me, and
look up, while I assure you, solemnly you know, and most sincerely, that
I do not think you are childish in most things, that I do believe you
are honest and true, and altogether, excepting a few pardonable
caprices, as good a friend as one need desire. Doesn't that satisfy you?
What could I say more flattering?"
"Oh! as to saying, you are unrivalled at that; it's the doing that you
are deficient in. It's all very fine for you to call me your friend, and
say how lonely you shall be without me, and all that style of thing; and
then, in the next breath, tell me to get ready to go away to-morrow, and
remark that you cannot see the least objection to my aunt's plan--and
look and laugh just as usual. That doesn't seem much like meaning what
you say, surely!"
"But what," he said, "would you have me do? If it made me perfectly
miserable to part with you, it is still my duty to do it. Tell me any
way of getting out of it."
"Let me stay at Rutledge," I exclaimed, turning toward him with pleading
eyes; "just let me stay here. I hate New York, I hate society, I don't
even know my aunt; and here I am so happy, and I have just got used to
it all, and am beginning to feel at home, and it is cruel to take me to
another strange place! I will be so good and useful; I will study and
improve myself, and help Mrs. Arnold with the school-children and the
poor people, and keep Mrs. Roberts' accounts, and read to you, and write
your letters, and be just as good and obedient as possible; not in the
least self-willed, not a bit unlady-like. Just try," I went on,
coaxingly; "you will not know me, I shall be so amiable!"
"But," he said, with a strange mixture of fondness and irony in his
tone, "what would _Madame votre tante_ say to such an arrangement?"
"She would say, of course, that if I wanted to, I was very welcome to
stay; she has daughters enough already, and not having seen me, she
can't be expected to know whether she wants me or not."
"Very well; supposing for a moment, that your aunt had given her
consent, and that there was no obstacle in the way of your remaining
here, how many weeks do you suppose it would be before you would begin
to think regretfully of the gay life you had given up, and the pleasures
you had put out of your power, before you would begin to sigh for
companions of your own age, and excitements greater than your life here
could offer? Believe me, it would not be long before you would be
thoroughly 'aweary' of the quiet routine of Rutledge, and thoroughly
tired of your bargain."
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