The Widow Barnaby. Vol. 1 (of 3)Trollope, Frances Milton
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The Widow Barnaby. Vol. 1 (of 3)
Trollope, Frances Milton
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Social classes -- England -- Fiction; Widows -- Fiction
"Oh! by the by, I want to speak to you about that. You are not to say
one word on that subject here, remember, nor indeed anywhere, till at
such time as I shall give you leave. It will be cruelly hard for me to
have the monstrous expense of maintaining you, exactly as if you were my
own child, and not have the credit of it. And, besides I don't feel
quite sure that I shall send you out as a governess ... it must depend
upon circumstances. Perhaps I shall get you married, and that might suit
me just as well. All you have to do is to keep yourself always ready to
go out at a minute's warning, if I say the word; but you need mention it
to nobody, and particularly not to my relations here."
"Very well, aunt.... I will say nothing about it. But in order to be
ready when you say the word, I think I ought to study a good deal, and I
am willing to do it if you will give me leave."
"How you do plague me, child, about your learning! Push the candles this
way, can't you, and snuff them, when you see me straining my poor eyes
with this fine work.... And do you know, miss, I think it's very likely
those books you are so mighty fond of are nothing in the world but
trumpery story-books, for I don't believe you'd hanker after them so, if
they were really in the teaching line. For, after all, Agnes, if I must
speak the truth, I don't believe you ever did pay attention to any
single thing that could be really useful in the way of governessing.
Now, music, for instance, nobody ever heard you say a word about that;
and you ought to sing too, if you wer'n't more stupid than anything ever
was, for both your father and mother sang like angels."
"I can sing a little, aunt," said Agnes.
"There, now, ... isn't it as plain as possible that you take no
pleasure in it?... though everybody said your poor dear mother could
have made her fortune by singing. But you care for nothing but books,
books, books!... and what profit, I should like to know, will ever come
of that?"
"But I do care very much indeed for music, aunt," said Agnes eagerly,
"only I did not talk about it, because I thought it might not be
convenient for you to have an instrument for me. But I believe I could
learn to get my bread by music, if I had a pianoforte to study with."
"Grant me patience!... And you really want me to go and get you a
pianoforte, which is just the most expensive thing in the world?... And
that after I had so kindly opened my heart to you about my fears of not
having money enough!... I do think that passes anything I ever heard in
my life!"
"Indeed, aunt, I never would have said a word about it if...."
"If?... if what, I should like to know? Heaven knows it is seldom I
lose my temper about anything, but it is almost too much to hear you
ask me to my face to ruin myself in that way, ... and you without a
chance of ever having a penny to repay me!"
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