Mrs. Irvine settled that question within a very few months. She was a
meek little woman, devoted to her Angus, with a sweet temper and a bad
constitution; and when she found that she was deserted by her husband,
and that the establishment generally was going to ruin, she thought
the best thing she could do was to die--and she did it off-hand. The
shock of her death sobered the poor wretch for a time. He had long
since given up all hope of selling, or indeed of painting, any more
pictures; his muddled brain and unsteady hand forbade that; but Lord
Stortford and a few other gentlemen who had known him in better times
had engaged him as drawing-master to their children, more for the sake
of bestowing a small annuity on him than from the idea of any good to
be obtained from his instruction, and he now saw his way to a new
method of money-making.
His elder daughter, Fanny, who was eighteen years of age, inherited
from him a remarkably sweet voice, and sung Scotch ballads with all
the taste and pathos which had been so much applauded in her father.
This was a talent which it struck Angus should be cultivated, and
accordingly, by Lord Stortford's aid, he procured her _entrée_ as a
pupil at the Academy of Music, and, after a few years' instruction,
she made her _début_ as a concert-singer with considerable success.
The talent of one daughter having been thus utilised, Angus Irvine
thought it time that the younger, Eleanor, should take her turn at
bread-winning. What to do with her was the crux. Eleanor had a good
speaking voice, but no ear and no musical talent; neither of the
children had inherited her father's artistic ability, and the
education which they had received, though fair enough, was not
sufficient to qualify them to act as governesses in the present day,
when ladies, possessed of every possible accomplishment and willing to
accept next to nothing, are advertising for situations.
What occurred to him as a happy thought at length flashed into Angus
Irvine's brain--he would make his girl an actress! She was really
good-looking--much handsomer than many of those women whom he used to
know in the old time, and who drew large salaries. He could get her
taught to speak by a professional elocutionist, and she would soon be
able to contribute to the household expenses.
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