Aristocracy (Social class) -- England -- Fiction; England -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction; Rich people -- Fiction
quoted Framlingham. “Come, my dear, let’s go and have a game of tennis.”
Katherine Massarene, whose future was a subject of lively speculation
to many, was now twenty-one years old; she looked much more than that
then, and twenty years hence will probably look no older. At five
years of age, notwithstanding her poor mother’s tears and prayers, she
had been sent to the care of a gentlewoman in England, who lived at
Eastbourne and received only half a dozen children to educate, with two
of her own. The lady had been recommended to William Massarene by the
English minister at Washington; and the influence of that gentleman
had been exercised in persuading her to consent to receive against her
rules a little ignorant obscure brat from Dakota.
“Make her happy and keep her well, ma’am, for she’s all we’ve got,”
wrote her poor mother.
“Make her English, ma’am, and fit to hold her head with the highest,
for she’ll mean gold,” wrote her father.
The lady disliked excessively accepting a charge which was alien to
her habits and might injure the tone of her house; but she was under
obligations to the English minister, and reluctantly consented to take
into her home this one little girl who had great astonished unwinking
eyes like an owl’s, and who said to her with a dreadful nasal accent:
“Don’t grin when I speak, or I’ll hit yer.”
For twelve years she remained under this lady’s care, being trained
in all exercises of the mind and body, and becoming a calm cold
high-bred girl who looked as if she had a thousand years behind her of
old nobility and gracious memories. Of her parents she saw nothing,
and only heard that they were extremely rich. But the orthography of
her mother’s letters, and the style of her father’s few lines, always
made her uneasy, and the recollections of life in Dakota were not as
absolutely obliterated as her parents desired. But of those she never
spoke; she divined what was expected of her. Those recollections became
increasingly painful as with increasing perception she could construe
them by induction.
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