Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Self-control -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
Accordingly, soon after the time appointed, the landlady was surprised
to see Laura enter the parlour, her cheek indeed colourless and her eyes
swelled with weeping, but her manner perfectly calm and collected. 'Here
are my father's watch and seals,' said she, presenting them. 'They may
be disposed of. That cannot wound him now,'--and she turned away her
head, and drew her hand across her eyes. 'Have the goodness to order
what is necessary, for I am a stranger, without any friend.' Mrs Stubbs,
examining the watch, declared her opinion that the sale of it would
produce very little. 'Let every thing be plain, but decent,' said Laura,
'and when I am able I will work day and night till all is paid.' 'I
doubt, Miss,' answered Mrs Stubbs, 'it will be long before your work
will pay for much; besides you will be in my debt for a week's
lodgings--we always charge a week extra when there is a death in the
house.' 'Tell me what you would have me to do, and I will do it,' said
the unfortunate Laura, wholly unable to contend with her hard-hearted
companion. 'Why, Miss,' said Mrs Stubbs, 'there is your beautiful
rose-wood work-table and the foot-stools, and your fine ivory work-box
that Mr De Courcy sent here before you came; if you choose to dispose of
them, I will take them off your hands.' 'Take them,' said Laura, 'I knew
not that they were mine.' Mrs Stubbs then conscientiously offered to
give a fourth part of the sum which these toys had cost De Courcy three
months before, an offer which Laura instantly accepted; and the landlady
having settled this business much to her own satisfaction, cheerfully
undertook to arrange the obsequies of poor Montreville.
Though the tragical scenes of the night had left Laura no leisure to
dwell upon her fears for Hargrave, it was not without thankfulness that
she heard of his safety and restored composure. Her mind was at first
too much occupied by her recent loss, to attempt accounting for his
extravagant behaviour; and, after the first paroxysms of her sorrow were
past, she retained but an imperfect recollection of his late
conversation with her. She merely remembered his seeming distraction and
threatened suicide; and only bewildered herself by her endeavours to
unravel his mysterious conduct. Sometimes a suspicion not very remote
from truth would dart into her mind; but she quickly banished it, as an
instance of the causeless fears that are apt to infest the hearts of the
unfortunate.
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