The Princess Casamassima (Volume 1 of 2) — John Shaqi
The Princess Casamassima (Volume 1 of 2)James, Henry
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The Princess Casamassima (Volume 1 of 2)
James, Henry
London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Miss Pynsent was very timid, but she adored the aristocracy, and there
were elements in the boy’s life which she was not prepared to sacrifice
even to a person who represented such a possibility of grating bolts
and clanking chains. “I suppose we oughtn’t to forget that his father
was very high,” she suggested appealingly and with a tight clasp of her
hands in her lap.
“His father? Who knows who he was? He doesn’t set up for having a
father, does he?”
“But, surely, wasn’t it proved that Lord Frederick—?”
“My dear woman, nothing was proved except that she stabbed his lordship
in the back with a very long knife, that he died of the blow, and that
she got the full sentence. What does such a piece as that know about
fathers? The less said about the poor child’s ancestors the better!”
This view of the case caused Miss Pynsent fairly to gasp, for it
pushed over with a touch a tall fond fantastic structure that she had
been piling up for years. Even as she heard it crash around her she
couldn’t forbear the attempt to save at least some of the material.
“Really—really,” she panted, “she never had to do with any one but the
nobility!”
Mrs. Bowerbank surveyed her hostess with an expressionless eye. “My
dear young lady, what does a respectable little body like you, that
sits all day with her needle and scissors, know about the doings of
a wicked low foreigner of the sort that carries a knife? I was there
when she came in and I know to what she had sunk. Her conversation was
choice, I assure you.”
“Oh, it’s very dreadful, and of course I know nothing in particular,”
Miss Pynsent quavered. “But she wasn’t low when I worked at the same
place with her, and she often told me she would do nothing for any one
that wasn’t at the very top.”
“She might have talked to you of something that would have done you
both more good,” Mrs. Bowerbank remarked, while the dressmaker felt
rebuked in the past as well as in the present. “At the very top, poor
thing! Well, she’s at the very bottom now. If she wasn’t low when she
worked, it’s a pity she didn’t stick to her work; and as for pride
of birth, that’s an article I recommend your young friend to leave to
others. You had better believe what I say, because I’m a woman of the
world.”
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