The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 1 of 3)Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
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The Manoeuvring Mother (vol. 1 of 3)
Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
English fiction -- 19th century
"My dear love! you have the oddest notions! but you were always
unaccountable. I am proud to receive the congratulations of my friends.
I wish Anna Maria had persuaded Tom to remain at Hatton, when it was
first named, for old Pynsent may live these twenty years! However,
since Hatton is out of the question, I am glad they are going abroad.
I should not like Anna Maria placed in any situation less magnificent
than Hatton, and people of distinction crowd to Paris now, to see the
allied sovereigns. Tom has bought a very handsome travelling chariot;
his appointments will be perfect."
"I should think, Gertrude, less bustle would be more agreeable to you,
on the eve of parting with your daughter for twelve months."
Lady Wetheral sighed. "A little amusement, perhaps, is useful in
softening my regrets, and Mrs. Boscawen, poor child, is so delighted
with the entertainments! How Mr. Boscawen has managed, I cannot
imagine; _I_ never could silence Isabel, but he has succeeded; and
Isabel is really a little star now in society. _I_ had quite given
her up. Mrs. Boscawen, poor child, was in ecstacies over her sisters'
wardrobes. They have jewels which a crowned head might prize,
certainly; whereas, Boscawen gave Isabel nothing. I confess I do
sometimes feel indignant that the Lady of Brierly is so very simply
dressed, but I never liked Boscawen's temper."
"He considers Isabel too young to indulge in folly, my dear Gertrude."
"Temper, all temper," returned her ladyship; "an old man marrying a
young wife, should consider _her_ tastes and _her_ wishes. What did
Isabel become Mrs. Boscawen for, but to command advantages, and
surround herself with comforts?"
"Then Isabel must learn by experience the wickedness of sacrificing
herself to mercenary views. Chrystal," continued Sir John, addressing
himself to his youngest child, with earnestness of voice and manner,
"your education was made over to my care. Never let your mind rest upon
the follies which women delight to enjoy at the expense of happiness
and respectability. Let your wishes, my child, rest upon better and
nobler views; and advise your elder sisters, when they perceive
the fallacy of hunting after useless pleasures, to turn aside from
ambition, and think what a bitter draught has been presented to their
lips."
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