Scheherazade: a London night's entertainmentWarden, Florence
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Scheherazade: a London night's entertainment
Warden, Florence
English fiction -- 19th century
“The Countess feels that; and next year, when her daughter’s education
will be finished, she intends settling down either in London or in
Paris, and introducing the young lady to the world. If I can only keep
the girl out of serious mischief so long,” sighed the lady, who seemed
delighted to have a confidant; “but really it is too trying. The first
thing we do after we have left the school (I was a boarder there, and
as Nouna had taken a fancy to me, the Countess requested me to
undertake the duties of _chaperon_) and come to London to look for
apartments, is to pass this house on the way from Paddington to the
Countess’s lawyers, from whom I draw my salary and Nouna’s allowance.
There is a card--‘Apartments, furnished’--in one of the first-floor
windows. Nouna catches sight of the Oriental names on the board
outside, sees Indian lamps in the windows down stairs, and nothing
will satisfy her but to come back to this house and settle here. Then,
of course, the younger gentleman, Mr. Rahas, falls in love with her
and----”
At this point Mrs. Ellis was interrupted by the flinging open of the
door, and Nouna re-appeared, her face distorted with anger, and her
eyes flashing with contempt: like an enraged empress she held open the
door, keeping her head at a very haughty angle, and disdaining to look
at the visitor.
“I know that nothing I can show my guest can have any interest for
him,” she said icily; “but yet I think it would have been more
courteous to me to disguise that fact.”
She made one step towards her American chair, when Lauriston, with an
amused glance at Mrs. Ellis which he might well suppose to be unseen,
hastened to the door, and held it open for her with a bow.
“I beg your pardon,” said he humbly, “I am very much interested in
whatever you like to show me. But you left the room so suddenly that,
before a clumsy man could hope to get up to you, you disappeared like
a wave of the sea.”
She looked up at him with a very intelligent and searching expression,
and was sufficiently mollified to lead the way out, turning sharply
just in time to catch an exchange of glances, amused on the one side,
apologetic on the other, between the visitor and her guardian.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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