England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century
'It's all very well for mere amateurs to take up half-a-dozen things. I
aim at more than that. You would like me, wouldn't you, to become
really _something_ as a violinist?'
Harvey assented.
'And you understand,' she pursued, regarding him with her bright smile,
'that the life of an artist can't be quite like that of other women?'
'Of course, I understand it. You know I don't wish to put the least
restraint upon you.'
'My one fear was, that you might think I went about rather too
much--didn't pay enough attention to home----'
'We manage pretty well, I think. You needn't have any such fear.'
'Of course, when Hughie gets older--when I can really begin to teach
him----'
The child was now approaching the close of his third year, and, in
Harvey's opinion, needed more than the attention of an ordinary
nursemaid. They had recently engaged a nursery-governess, her name
Pauline Smith; a girl of fair education and gentle breeding, who lived
as a member of the family. It appeared to Rolfe that Hughie was quite
old enough to benefit by his mother's guidance and companionship; but
he had left himself no ground for objection to Alma's ordering of her
life. The Welsh servant, Ruth, still remained with them, acting to a
great extent as housekeeper, and having under her a maid and a boy.
Ruth, a trustworthy woman, was so well paid that they had not to fear
her desertion. Regularity and comfort prevailed to a much greater
extent than might have been looked for under the circumstances.
Expenditure had of course greatly increased, and now touched the limit
of Harvey's ordinary income; but this was a matter which did not
immediately concern Mrs. Rolfe. For domestic and private purposes she
had a bank-account of her own; an arrangement made on their removal to
Pinner, when Harvey one morning handed her a pass-book and a
cheque-book, remarking that she would find to her credit a couple of
hundred pounds. Alma pretended to think this unnecessary, but her
countenance betrayed pleasure. When he thought the fund must be nearly
exhausted, he made a new payment to the account, without saying
anything; and Alma preserved an equally discreet silence.
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