Sink or swim? : $b a novel; vol. 2/3Houstoun, Mrs. (Matilda Charlotte)
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Sink or swim? : $b a novel; vol. 2/3
Houstoun, Mrs. (Matilda Charlotte)
English fiction -- 19th century
Entirely absorbed by her own immediate plans--plans which had occupied
her busy mind from the day when the contents of Lord Gillingham’s will
startled her into the consciousness that she must do something for
herself, or a decent and obscure dowagerhood would be her only
portion--absorbed, I repeat, with her own cares, to the extent of
troubling herself but little with the well-being even of her children,
Lady Millicent, till the day when her plans were ripe for commencement,
and the hour had struck when law-proceedings, with the object of setting
aside her father’s will, could be entered upon, had never deemed it
incumbent on her to allow her daughters more than a passing glimpse at
London and its pleasures. For this seeming neglect she had her answer
ready, when Lady Guernsey, or old Sir Richard Pemberton, two of the few
amongst her acquaintances who ever ventured to put in a word for the
young people at the Castle, suggested that a little change was good for
everyone, and that both Rhoda and Kate would be probably advantaged by a
moderate amount of amusement, as well as by better masters than were
procurable either at Leigh or Gawthorpe.
“Young ladies in these days,” Lady Millicent would say, “learn quite
soon enough, without their parents putting themselves out of the way to
teach them the lesson, that the country is a bore, and that without
perpetual excitement life hangs terribly heavy on their hands. For _my_
part--people may think me selfish if they like, but I honestly confess
that the coming out of my girls is a ceremony which, for their sakes as
well as my own, I shall be glad to put off to the latest possible
period.”
“But in the mean time,” said their outspoken champion, “how are you
preparing them, my dear Lady Millicent, for the part they are to play? I
am afraid that poor dear Rhoda--(I may talk without scruple of _her_,
because, as you know, I admire her so much, and have such a real
affection for her)--I am sadly afraid that Rhoda, with all her beauty,
will be what my boys call _nowhere_. She has not an idea, poor child,
no, not the very slightest, _de se faire valoir_. Girls with less than
half her good looks would make their way twice as well from the mere
fact that Rhoda is simply good and shy and unaffected, and knows no more
than my toy-terrier does how to make the most of herself.”
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