The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 2, No. 1, December, 1850
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
"And I say, Susan, if they send here to make any inquiries about that
turban, you'll say you know nothing about it, and send them away."
"Very well, ma'am," said Susan, and down she dived to the regions below.
Instead of four o'clock, how ardently did Miss Cecilia wish it was
seven; for the danger of the next three hours was imminent. Well she
understood how the turban had got there--it was a mistake of the
girl--but the chance was great that, before seven o'clock arrived, Miss
Charlotte would take fright at not receiving her head-dress, and would
send to Miss Gibbs to demand it, when the whole thing would be found
out. However no message came: at five o'clock, when the milk-boy rang,
Miss Cecilia thought she should have fainted: but that was the only
alarm. At six she began to dress, and at seven she stood before her
glass in full array, with the turban on her head. She thought she had
never looked so well; indeed, she was sure she had not. The magnitude of
the thing gave her an air, and indeed a feeling of dignity and
importance that she had never been sensible of before. The gold lace
looked brilliant even by the light of her single tallow candle; what
would it do in a well-illumined drawing-room! Then the color was
strikingly becoming, and suited her hair exactly--Miss Cecilia, we must
here observe, was quite gray; but she wore a frontlet of dark curls, and
a little black silk skull-cap, fitted close to her head, which kept all
neat and tight under the turban.
She had not far to go; nevertheless, she thought it would be as well to
set off at once, for fear of accidents, even though she lingered on the
way to fill up the time, for every moment the danger augmented; so she
called to Susan to bring her cloak, and her calash, and her overalls,
and being well packed up by the admiring Sue, who declared the turban
was "without exception the beautifulest thing she ever saw," she
started; determined, however, not to take the direct way, but to make a
little circuit by a back street, lest, by ill luck, she should fall foul
of the enemy.
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