The Head of the House of CoombeBurnett, Frances Hodgson
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The Head of the House of Coombe
Burnett, Frances Hodgson
England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“It’s your being almost Early Victorian, mamma, which makes it easy for
you to initiate things. You will initiate little Miss Lawless. It was
rather neat of her to prefer to drop the ‘Gareth.’ There has been less
talk in late years of the different classes ‘keeping their
places’—‘upper’ and ‘lower’ classes really strikes one as vulgar.”
“We may ‘keep our places’,” the Duchess said. “We may hold on to them
as firmly as we please. It is the places themselves which are moving,
my dear. It is not unlike the beginning of a landslide.”
Robin went to Dowie’s room the next evening and stood a moment in
silence watching her sewing before she spoke. She looked anxious and
even pale.
“Her grace is going to give a party to some young people, Dowie,” she
said. “She wishes me to be present. I—I don’t know what to do.”
“What you must do, my dear, is to put on your best evening frock and go
downstairs and enjoy yourself as the other young people will. Her grace
wants you to see someone your own age,” was Dowie’s answer.
“But I am not like the others. I am only a girl earning her living as a
companion. How do I know—”
“Her grace knows,” Dowie said. “And what she asks you to do it is your
duty to do—and do it prettily.”
Robin lost even a shade more colour.
“Do you realize that I have never been to a party in my life—not even
to a children’s party, Dowie? I shall not know how to behave myself.”
“You know how to talk nicely to people, and you know how to sit down
and rise from your chair and move about a room like a quiet young lady.
You dance like a fairy. You won’t be asked to do anything more.”
“The Duchess,” reflected Robin aloud slowly, “would not let me come
downstairs if she did not know that people would—be kind.”
“Lady Kathryn and Lord Halwyn are coming. They are her own
grandchildren,” Dowie said.
“How did you know that?” Robin inquired.
“Because her grace was kind enough to say to me that she was thinking
of something like this. It was your being a girl among those so much
older that brought it to her mind——and her being what she is.”
Robin’s colour began to come back.
“It’s not what usually happens to girls in situations,” she said.
“Her grace herself isn’t what usually happens,” said Dowie. “There is
no one like her for high wisdom and kindness.”
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