Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Self-control -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
'Upon my word, Miss Montreville,' returned Lady Pelham, reddening with
anger, 'I am constrained to admire the delicacy of your language; so
very suitable to the lips of so very delicate a lady.'
A smile, not wholly free from sarcasm, played on Laura's lips. 'If
delicacy,' said she, 'be henceforth to find so strenuous a supporter in
your Ladyship, I shall hope to be exempted in future from all
remonstrance on the subject of this evening's altercation.'
If Laura really entertained the hope she mentioned, she was miserably
disappointed; for Lady Pelham remitted not a jot of her tormentings. Her
remonstrances were administered in every possible form, upon every
possible occasion. They seasoned every tête à tête, were insinuated into
every conversation. Laura's attempts to avoid the subject were
altogether vain. The discourse might begin with the conquests of Gengis
Khan, but it always ended with the advantages of marrying Colonel
Hargrave.
Teazed and persecuted, disturbed in every useful occupation and every
domestic enjoyment, Laura often considered of the possibility of
delivering herself from her indefatigable tormentors, by quitting the
protection of her aunt and taking refuge with Mrs Douglas. But this plan
she had unfortunately deprived herself of the means of executing.
Laura knew that her cousins, the Herberts, were poor. She knew that Mrs
Herbert was in a situation which needs comforts that poverty cannot
command, and it was vain to expect these comforts from the maternal
compassion of Lady Pelham. She therefore determined to supply them, as
far as possible, from her own little fund; and fearing that a gift from
her might revolt the high spirit of Herbert, she inclosed almost all her
half-year's annuity in a blank cover, and conveyed it to her cousin. All
that she retained was a sum far too small to defray the expence of a
journey to Scotland; and several months were to elapse before she could
recruit her fund. Till then, she had no resource but patience; and she
endeavoured to console herself with a hope that in time the perseverance
of her adversaries would fail.
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