Diary fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Love stories; Young women -- Fiction
He is probably saying to himself he is well out of the business--now
I have gone. I don’t suppose he meant a word of his protestations to
me. Well, he need not worry! I had no intention of jumping down his
throat--only I would have been glad to see him because he is human, and
not like any one here.
Of course Lord Robert will be the same, and I shall probably never see
either of them again. How can Lord Robert get here, when he does not
know Lady Katherine. No, it was just said to say something nice when I
was leaving, and he will be as horrid as Mr. Carruthers.
I am thankful at least that I did not tell Lady Katherine, I should
have felt such a goose. Oh! I do wonder what I shall do next. I don’t
know at all how much things cost--perhaps three hundred a year is very
poor. I am sure my best frocks always were five or six hundred francs
each, and I daresay hotels run away with money. But, for the moment, I
am rich, as Mr. Barton kindly advanced some of my legacy to me, and oh!
I am going to see life! and it is absurd to be sad! I shall go to bed,
and forget how cross I feel!
They are going to have a shoot here next week--Pheasants. I wonder if
they will have a lot of old men. I have not heard all who are coming.
Lady Katherine said to me after dinner this evening that she was sorry
as she was afraid it would be most awkward for me their having a party,
on account of my deep mourning, and I, if I felt it dreadfully, I need
not consider they would find me the least rude if I preferred to have
dinner in my room!
I don’t want to have dinner in my room! Think of the stuffiness of it!
and perhaps hearing laughter going on downstairs.
I can always amuse myself watching faces, however dull they are. I
thanked her, and said it would not be at all necessary, as I must get
accustomed to seeing people, I could not count upon always meeting
hostesses with such kind thoughts as hers, and I might as well get used
to it.
She said yes, but not cordially.
To-morrow Mrs. Mackintosh, the eldest daughter, is arriving with her
four children. I remember her wedding five years ago. I have never seen
her since.
She was very tall and thin, and stooped dreadfully, and Mrs. Carruthers
said Providence had been very kind in giving her a husband at all. But
when Mr. Mackintosh trotted down the aisle with her, I did not think so!
A wee sandy fellow about up to her shoulder!
Oh, I would hate to be tied to that! I think to be tied to anything
could not be very nice. I wonder how I ever thought of marrying Mr.
Carruthers off hand!
I feel now I shall never marry--for years. Of course, one can’t be an
old maid! But for a long time I mean to see life first.
TRYLAND,
_Thursday, Nov. 10th_.
“BRANCHES, _Wednesday_.
“DEAR MISS TRAVERS,--I regret exceedingly I was unable to come over to
Tryland to-day, but hope to do so before you leave. I trust you are
well, and did not catch cold on the drive.
“Yours very truly,
“CHRISTOPHER CARRUTHERS.”
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