Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
It must be remembered that at this time, the time, that is, of Norman
and Tudor's first entrance on their London life, the girls at Surbiton
Cottage were mere girls--that is, little more than children; they had
not, as it were, got their wings so as to be able to fly away when the
provocation to do so might come; they were, in short, Gertrude and Linda
Woodward, and not the Miss Woodwards: their drawers came down below
their frocks, instead of their frocks below their drawers; and in lieu
of studying the French language, as is done by grown-up ladies, they did
French lessons, as is the case with ladies who are not grown-up. Under
these circumstances there was no embarrassment as to what the young
people should call each other, and they soon became very intimate as
Harry and Alaric, Gertrude and Linda.
It is not, however, to be conceived that Alaric Tudor at once took the
same footing in the house as Norman. This was far from being the case.
In the first place he never slept there, seeing that there was no bed
for him; and the most confidential intercourse in the household took
place as they sat cosy over the last embers of the drawing-room fire,
chatting about everything and nothing, as girls always can do, after
Tudor had gone away to his bed at the inn, on the opposite side of the
way. And then Tudor did not come on every Saturday, and at first did not
do so without express invitation; and although the girls soon habituated
themselves to the familiarity of their new friend's Christian name, it
was some time before Mrs. Woodward did so.
Two--three years soon flew by, and Linda and Gertrude became the Miss
Woodwards; their frocks were prolonged, their drawers curtailed, and
the lessons abandoned. But still Alaric Tudor and Harry Norman came to
Hampton not less frequently than of yore, and the world resident on that
portion of the left bank of the Thames found out that Harry Norman and
Gertrude Woodward were to be man and wife, and that Alaric Tudor and
Linda Woodward were to go through the same ceremony. They found this
out, or said that they had done so. But, as usual, the world was wrong;
at least in part, for at the time of which we are speaking no word of
love-making had passed, at any rate, between the last-named couple.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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