The Independence of ClaireVaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
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The Independence of Claire
Vaizey, George de Horne, Mrs.
Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Teachers -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"I like that! That's a nice way of putting it. Yes, I can; but, Claire
(I must call you Claire, you are such a dear!), I wish it didn't mean
borrowing other people's money! It will be years before I can pay you
back. It may be that I can never do it."
"I would have said `give,' but I was afraid it would hurt your pride.
My stepfather gave me some money to buy jewellery for a wedding present,
and as a pure matter of selfishness I'd get more pleasure out of helping
you than out of a stupid brooch. And listen, Sophie, listen! I'm going
to explain.--I chose to take up teaching because I wanted to be
independent, and I knew my mother would be happier without me during the
first years of her marriage; but she is devoted to me, and I know in
time she will crave to have me back. She isn't strong, and she finds
the Indian climate trying, so very likely she may _need_ my help. I
shall never be sorry that I came to London, for work is a splendid
experience, and I am glad to have it; but I have never the feeling that
it is going to _last_. Mother comes first, and my stepfather is quite
well-off, and can afford to keep me; so if I were _needed_, I should not
feel that I was sacrificing my independence in letting him do it. So
you see I am not quite in the same position as the other mistresses, and
money is not of the same importance. If you were in my place, Sophie,
would you hesitate to lend me a ten-pound note?"
"Guineas, please!" cried Sophie, laughing to hide her tears. "All
right, my dear, all right! I give in. I lie down. You've beaten me.
I've nothing more to say. I'll take the horrid old injections, and pay
for them with your money, and--and--I think I'll go to bed now, please!
I've had about as much as I can bear for one short day!"
"And I'll go home and have a rest myself. I am to help at a bazaar this
afternoon, and I don't feel at all in my full beauty. Good-bye, Sophie.
Cheer up! There's a good time coming!"
"There's a good time coming for _you_!" predicted Sophie confidently.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
"LEND ME FIVE POUNDS!"
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