This union, following so close upon our complete severance from each
other, astonished everybody. We frightened Ellen. When she came to call
me next morning, and saw the other sleeping by me, she thought it was
witchcraft; but I did not mind that I rose, and dressed very quietly,
not to wake _her_. She was sleeping deeply at last, the sleep of
exhaustion. During all papa’s illness she had not rested at all, and at
last sorrow and watching had worn her out. But I need not go over at
length everything that happened. We told kind Mrs Tufnell and Mrs
Stephens, our nearest neighbours; and I believe they told it to many in
the parish; but Mary and I neither knew nor heard what went on out of
our house. I had got to call her Mary, as he did; I liked it now--it no
longer seemed to interfere with me. I thought my voice sounded round and
soft like his when I said her name: Mary. It is a pleasant name to say,
though it is my own. I got to admire it, being hers--I, who had hated
her for being so called. But all that was changed now.
I do not quite know how our business was settled, for I know nothing
about business. This I know, that she managed it all herself, as she
had said; she would not let Spicer have anything to do with it. She
wrote about the money to an old friend of papa’s, and got it invested
and all settled. Half was for her and half for me. It brought us in
about £85 a year. We settled to let the first floor, two rooms furnished
as a sitting-room and bed-room, which would pay our rent; and we got
three or four little pupils, who came every day, and whom we taught.
Everything was very closely calculated, but we decided that we could
manage it. We had never been used to be rich, neither one nor the other:
and though when all was well I had dreamed of going away among
strangers, yet now I could not help chiming in with that desperate
desire of hers to avoid separation and remain together. She used to tell
me stories of how she had been when she was a governess. How she had
lived upstairs in a schoolroom alone in the midst of a great houseful of
people; how when she came downstairs she was in the society without
belonging to it; and how when any one in the family was kind to her they
got into trouble. What she said was quite vague, but it was not
comfortable; and by degrees my dreams and ideas were modified by her
experience. But I could not be cured of my follies all in a moment, even
by grief. After a while I began to dream again; and now my dreams were
of my high estate being discovered somehow when I was seated lonely in
that schoolroom, trying to get through the weary evening. I used to make
a picture to myself of how the lady of the house would come penitent and
ashamed, and make a hundred apologies; and how I would say to her, that
though her other governesses might not turn out to be Lady Marys, yet
did not she think it would be best to be kind and make friends of them?
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