Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
I do not know if it was her beauty, to which women are, I think, almost
more susceptible than men, vulgar prejudice notwithstanding--or perhaps
it was something ingratiating and sweet in her smile; but Reine’s
suspicions and her coldness quite unreasonably gave way, as they had
quite unreasonably sprung up, and she drew nearer to the stranger and
opened her heart unawares, while the young men struck in, and the
conversation became general. Four young people chattering all together,
talking a great deal of nonsense, running into wise speculations, into
discussions about the meaning of words, like and love, and de
l’amitié!--one knows what a pleasant jumble it is, and how the talkers
enjoy it; all the more as they are continually skimming the surface of
subjects which make the nerves tingle and the heart beat. The old room
grew gay with the sound of their voices, soft laughter, and exclamations
which gave variety to the talk. Curious! Miss Susan drew her chair a
little more apart. It was she who was the one left out. In her own
house, which was not her own house any longer--in the centre of the
kingdom where she had been mistress so long, but was no more mistress.
She said to herself, with a little natural bitterness, that perhaps it
was judicious and really kind, after all, on the part of Herbert and
Reine, to do it at once, to leave no doubt on the subject, to supplant
her then and there, keeping up no fiction of being her guests still, or
considering her the head of the house. Much better, and on the whole
more kind! for of course everything else would be a fiction. Her reign
had been long, but it was over. The change must be made some time, and
when so well, so appropriately as now? After awhile she went softly
round behind the group, and secured her shawl. She did not like her
personal properties interfered with. No one had ever done it except this
daring creature, and it was a thing Miss Susan was not prepared to put
up with. She could bear the great downfall which was inevitable, but
these small annoyances she could not bear. She secured her shawl, and
brought it with her, hanging it over the back of her chair. But when she
got up and when she reseated herself, no one took any notice. She was
already supplanted and set aside, the very first night! It was sudden,
she said to herself with a catching of the breath, but on the whole it
was best.
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