“What happened in the interval I cannot tell, but when I came to myself I
was in the arms of the landlady, with her niece chafing my temples, and
doing all in her power for my recovery. She had much compassion in her
countenance; the old woman assumed the softest look she was capable of,
and both endeavoured to bring me comfort. They continued to show me many
civilities, and even the aunt began to be less disagreeable in my sight.
To the wretched, to the forlorn, as I was, small offices of kindness are
endearing.
“Meantime my money was far spent, nor did I attempt to conceal my wants
from their knowledge. I had frequent thoughts of returning to my father;
but the dread of a life of scorn is insurmountable. I avoided,
therefore, going abroad when I had a chance of being seen by any former
acquaintance, nor indeed did my health for a great while permit it; and
suffered the old woman, at her own suggestion, to call me niece at home,
where we now and then saw (when they could prevail on me to leave my
room) one or two other elderly women, and sometimes a grave business-like
man, who showed great compassion for my indisposition, and made me very
obligingly an offer of a room at his country-house for the recovery of my
health. This offer I did not chose to accept, but told my landlady,
‘that I should be glad to be employed in any way of business which my
skill in needlework could recommend me to, confessing, at the same time,
that I was afraid I should scarce be able to pay her what I already owed
for board and lodging, and that for her other good offices, I had nothing
but thanks to give her.’
“‘My dear child,’ said she, ‘do not talk of paying; since I lost my own
sweet girl’ (here she wept), ‘your very picture she was, Miss Emily, I
have nobody, except my niece, to whom I should leave any little thing I
have been able to save; you shall live with me, my dear; and I have
sometimes a little millinery work, in which, when you are inclined to it,
you may assist us. By the way, here are a pair of ruffles we have just
finished for that gentleman you saw here at tea; a distant relation of
mine, and a worthy man he is. ’Twas pity you refused the offer of an
apartment at his country house; my niece, you know, was to have
accompanied you, and you might have fancied yourself at home; a most
sweet place it is, and but a short mile beyond Hampstead. Who knows,
Miss Emily, what effect such a visit might have had! If I had half your
beauty I should not waste it pining after e’er a worthless fellow of them
all.’
“I felt my heart swell at her words; I would have been angry if I could,
but I was in that stupid state which is not easily awakened to anger:
when I would have chid her the reproof stuck in my throat; I could only
weep!
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