Self-Raised; Or, From the DepthsSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Self-Raised; Or, From the Depths
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
Fiction
Here, at length, some of the attendant honors of Lady Vincent's new
rank seemed ready to greet her.
The establishment had been expecting its lord and had heard the
sound of carriages. The great doors were thrown open; lights flashed
out; liveried servants appeared in attendance.
"You got my telegram, I perceive, Cuthbert," Lord Vincent said to a
large, red-haired Scot, in plain citizen's clothes, who seemed to be
the porter.
"Yes, me laird, though, as ye ken, the chiels at yon office at Banff
hae to send it by a special messenger--sae it took a long time to
win here."
"All right, Cuthbert, since you received it in time to be ready for
us. Light us into the green parlor, and send the housekeeper here to
attend Lady Vincent."
"Yes, me laird," answered the man, bowing low before he led the way
into a room so elegantly furnished as to afford a pleasant surprise
to Claudia, who certainly did not expect to find anything so bright
and new in this dark, old castle.
Here she was presently joined by a tall, spare, respectable-looking
old woman in a black linsey dress, white apron and neck shawl, and
high-crowned Scotch cap.
"How do you do, dame? You will show Lady Vincent to her apartments
and wait her orders."
"Eh, sirs! anither ane!" ejaculated the old woman under her breath;
then turning to Claudia, with a courtesy she said: "I am ready to
attend your leddyship."
Claudia arose and followed her through the vast hall and up the
lofty staircase to another great square stone hall, whose four walls
were regularly indented by lines of doors leading into the bed
chambers and dressing rooms.
And as Claudia looked upon this array, her first thought was that a
stranger might easily get confused among them and open the wrong
door. And that it would be well to have them numbered as at hotels
to prevent mistakes.
The old housekeeper opened one of the doors and admitted her
mistress into a beautifully furnished and decorated suite of
apartments which consisted of boudoir, bedroom, and dressing room
opening into each other, so that, as Claudia entered the first, she
had the vista of the three before her eyes. The floors were covered
with Turkey carpets so soft and deep in texture that they yielded
like turf under the tread. And the heavy furniture was all of black
walnut; and the draperies were all of golden-brown satin damask and
richly embroidered lace.
The effect of the whole was warm, rich, and comfortable.
Claudia looked around herself with approbation; her spirits rose;
she felt reconciled to the rugged old fortress that contained such
splendors within its walls; for who would care how rough the casket,
so that the jewels it held were of the finest water? Her plans
"soared up again like fire."
She passed through the whole suite of rooms to the dressing room,
which was the last in succession, and seated herself in an easy-
chair beside a bright coal fire.
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