The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four MacnicolsBlack, William
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The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols
Black, William
Great Britain -- Fiction
'Mamma, dear, I am sure you will be excited with speaking to so many
old friends; and you know your nerves cannot stand it. Let me sit by
you, and take as much of the talk as I can. I really don't care to
dance. I would rather not dance. I would far rather sit by you,
mamma. And I am sure it is not necessary for us to stay long; it will
do you such a deal of harm.'
Lady Beresford sighed.
'When one has grown-up daughters----,' she said almost to herself.
'Mamma, dear,' said Nan, eagerly, 'would you rather stay at home?
Wouldn't you rather stay at home? and I will keep you company----'
'Don't be silly, child,' said her eldest sister. 'Do you think your
dress cost nothing?'
The worst time of all was the waiting in Spring Gardens, where there
was a block of carriages. It was all darkness, and expectation, and
the hopeless sense that, being imprisoned in this slowly moving line,
there was no escape. But when they were once at the entrance, and when
Nan got a glimpse at the hall, her courage revived wonderfully. There
was such a crowd of people--coming, going, waiting, looking for
friends, and arranging dresses--that she felt that she could slip into
this self-interested throng, and be lost from observation altogether.
She began to be forgetful of herself. When they were going up the
stairs she heard names after names announced that she was quite
familiar with--either through the newspapers or through the
conversation at luncheon-tables; and she was almost anxious to get
quickly up to have a glimpse at these celebrated people. When she got
to the landing, she did not see Lady Stratherne at all; for her eyes
were filled with wonder at the blaze of light and colour beyond--the
draperies of flags, and masses of chandeliers--and she said, under her
breath, 'Oh, mamma, isn't it beautiful!' The next thing she heard was
'Nan, dear, how well you are looking! What beautiful forget-me-nots!'
and in a startled way she found that she was shaking hands with Lady
Stratherne, whose kind eyes were regarding her with a momentary
approval. Instinctively, however, she knew from the way that her
hostess's eyes had turned to the next comers--there were far too many
loiterers about this landing, and Lady Stratherne had enough to do to
prevent a dead block on the stairs--that she need not stay to speak; so
she followed her mother and sisters into the large, brilliantly-lit
room. Oh, how glad she was that it was crammed with this dense
busily-occupied crowd! She felt quite safe; she felt happy; she was
pleased that those few forget-me-nots looked nice. And there was no
dancing at all. 'Oh, mamma, tell me who all the people are,' she said.
She began to consider herself quite at home in the middle of such a
crowd of strangers; she had only to be delighted with the blaze of
colour, the brilliant costumes, the scent of flowers, the wonders of
diamonds.
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