Vashti; Or, Until Death Us Do PartEvans, Augusta J. (Augusta Jane)
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Vashti; Or, Until Death Us Do Part
Evans, Augusta J. (Augusta Jane)
American fiction -- 19th century
"Then rest satisfied that henceforth you will always have a place in
my prayer; but do not forget the greater necessity of praying for
yourself. Now, tell me how you have been employed during my long
absence. Where are the accumulated exercises which I promised to
examine and correct when I returned?"
"Promised whom?"
"You."
"You forget that I did not see you the day you left, and that you did
not even bid me good-by."
"I referred to your French exercises in a brief and hurried note that
I left for you."
"Left where? I never received--never heard of it."
"I laid it upon your plate, where I supposed you would certainty
notice it when you came home to dinner."
"Why did not you give it to Miss Jane?"
"Simply because she was not in the room when I wrote it. It is rather
surprising that it escaped your observation, as I laid it in a
conspicuous place."
She did not deem it necessary to inform him that on that unlucky day
she had suddenly lost her appetite, and failed to go to the table; and
now she put her fingers over her eyes to conceal the blaze of joyful
light that irradiated them, as he mentioned the circumstance,
comparatively trivial, but precious in her estimation, since it was
freighted with the assurance that at least he had thought of her on
the eve of his unexpected departure. What inexpressible comfort that
note might have contributed during all those tedious months of silence
and separation! While she sat there thinking of the dreary afternoon
when, down in the orchard-grass she lay upon her face, Dr. Grey came
nearer to her, and said,--
"I hope you have not abandoned your French?"
"No, sir; but I devote less time than formerly to it."
"If agreeable to you, we will resume the exercises as soon as I can
wield my pen."
"If you can teach me Italian, I should prefer it; especially since I
have learned to pronounce French tolerably well?"
"What use do you expect to have for Italian,--at least, at present?
French is much more essential."
"I have a good reason for desiring to make the change, though just now
I do not choose to be driven into any explanations."
"Pardon me. I had no intention of forcing your confidence. When in
Italy, I always contrive to understand and make myself understood;
but my knowledge and use of the language is rather too slip-shod to
justify my attempting to teach you idioms, hallowed as the medium
through which Dante and Ariosto charmed the world. Miss Dexter,
Muriel's governess, is a very thorough and accomplished linguist, and
speaks Italian not only gracefully but correctly. I have already
engaged her to teach you whatever she may deem advisable when she
comes here to live."
"You are very kind. Is she a young person?"
"She is a very highly cultivated and elegant woman, probably
twenty-five or six years old, and has been in Florence with Muriel."
Involuntarily and unconsciously the orphan sighed, and the muscles in
her broad forehead tangled terribly.
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