The foster-sisters : $b A story in the days of Wesley and WhitfieldGuernsey, Lucy Ellen
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The foster-sisters : $b A story in the days of Wesley and Whitfield
Guernsey, Lucy Ellen
Evangelical Revival -- England -- History -- 18th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"I cannot help it, Lucy. Where my conscience is not concerned—where
there is no question of right and wrong—I will give way to her in all
things, es I have done already, in leaving off my mourning. But when I
see things to be wrong or even doubtful, I must forbear them whatever
it costs."
I was right in thinking that Amabel had not heard the last of the
matter. That very night my lady came to our room, and after berating
Amabel in no measured terms—for fine ladies of that day used to scold
and call names like fish-wives, actually forgot herself so far as to
box her ears. If there had been a weapon in my hand at that moment, I
do believe I should have killed her. I sprang forward, but Amabel put
her hand on my arm to check me, while she stood looking Lady Leighton
straight in the face, white as marble and as firm.
"Well, then, I did not mean to cuff you, though you richly deserve
it," said my lady, feeling, I suppose, that she had put herself in
an awkward position. "I am quite ready to overlook your silly and
impertinent conduct this evening, so you promise to obey me in future."
"I have already said, madam, that I will obey you in all matters not of
conscience," replied Amabel.
"Which means that you will only take your own way when you want it,"
was the reply. "We shall see who is to be mistress in this house.
As for you, Corbet," turning to me, "you will do your young lady no
service by abetting her rebellion, I can tell you that, nor yourself
either. I chose to pass over your conduct this morning, because I did
not wish to make a scene in a public place, and with a childish old
woman, but I can tell you I shall allow no rebellion, however it may
be abetted. It would take very little to make me send you a packing,
and this insolent girl to a boarding-school, where she will learn to do
what she is bid without appealing to her conscience."
I simply curtsied. I have always found silence the best armor in
dealing violent people.
"As to you, Miss Leighton, your father is coming in a short time, and
we shall then see who is to be Lady Paramount. I repeat once more that
I will send your favorite woman adrift and yourself where you will
learn obedience by the hardest if I see any more of these airs from
either of you."
With this she quitted the room.
"Well, we have learned something!" said Amabel. "We know that my father
is coming."
"Much good he will do," was on my lips, but I did not say it.
I bathed Amabel's heated cheek with elder flower water, for my lady
had struck in good earnest, and I was afraid her fingers would leave
a black mark. I think she herself was scared at what she had done,
for she was all sunshine and sweetness the next day—even to me. She
happened to hear me singing over my work, and was so much pleased with
my voice as to ask, or rather command me, to come and sing for the
entertainment of her company that evening. I was not sorry to oblige
her, and received many compliments on my performance.
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