The Catholic World, Vol. 19, April 1874‐September 1874Various
Religion
The Catholic World, Vol. 19, April 1874‐September 1874
Various
Catholic Church -- Periodicals
By degrees we became rather well acquainted with the other visitors at the
hotel, which arose, no doubt, from the fact of our all being fellow‐
countrymen. For a long time Mary was the only married woman of the party;
and with the exception of the three merry Irish girls, the ladies were all
old maids like myself. Frank found Cannes rather slow, as he expressed it,
and spent the greater part of the six weeks we were there in making
excursions in the neighborhood, stopping away three or four days at a
time. It was long before we got thoroughly comfortable with any of our
fellow‐sojourners in a strange land. In the first place, we were the only
Catholics, and most of the others were very decided Protestants, and so
rather shunned us at first. Some of them especially objected to Mary, and
seemed to think that her good looks and her accurate French pronunciation
were rather offensive than otherwise. It made no sort of difference to
her, and I am sure she never even found it out. One day, as I was coming
down‐stairs, Miss Marygold was crossing the wide passage which went from
the entrance to the dining‐room door. As I passed her, she tossed her
head, and said, “I have just met your sister, Miss Jane, going out for a
walk, and looking about five‐and‐twenty. I must say I think it must be
very _inconvenient_ not to show one’s age better than that.” “At any
rate,” said I, “it is an inconvenience, Miss Marygold, that many would be
happy to share with her.” And I swept along the wide passage lined with
oleanders, myrtle, and cypress in large pots, sat down to the piano in the
public _salon_, and dashed through the overture of “Robert le Diable” with
much brilliancy of execution. I afterwards found out that both the Miss
Marygolds strongly objected to a little red bow which Mary was apt to
fasten in her hair when we went down to dinner. Their own _coiffures_
resembled either a doll’s apron stuck on the top of her head, or a small
“dress‐improver” of stiff lace. I suppose they thought there was some
virtue in wearing what was at once ugly and ridiculous.
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