Aunts -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Love stories; Stepmothers -- Fiction
"I will go away to your house with you and I will tell you there, and
you can advise me what I ought really to do."
"Yes, I am sure that will be much the wisest plan. And now let us talk
of other matters."
She began to chat in a light, winsome voice. After a time she begged of
me to excuse her and went downstairs. She came back again in a few
minutes.
"I have told my brother that you would tell me what you intended to say
to him, and he is quite pleased with the idea," she said, "and my
carriage is now at the door, so shall we go?"
"Yes," I answered.
We went downstairs together. We entered a very luxurious carriage, which
was drawn by a pair of spirited bay horses. In a few minutes we found
ourselves in another part of fashionable London. I cannot even to this
day recall the name of the street. The house was not at all unlike Lord
Hawtrey's house; it was furnished with the same severity, and the same
excellent taste. Lady Mary took me into a little boudoir, which was
destitute of knick-knacks and bric-à-brac. But it had many flowers, and,
what I greatly enjoyed, a comfortable sense of space. My hostess drew a
cushioned chair forward and desired me to sit in it; I did so. Then she
seated herself and took one of my hands.
"Your story, Miss Heather Dalrymple?" she said.
"I will tell you," I answered. "Perhaps you will be dreadfully angry,
but I cannot help it, you must know. I am eighteen and Lord Hawtrey is
forty. I think Lord Hawtrey one of the best men in all the world; he is
so kind and he has such a beautiful way with him. Last night he dined at
our house and afterwards he came to see me quite by myself, and he spoke
as no other man ever spoke to me before, only you must understand,
please, and not be angry, that I could not do what he wanted. He wanted
a very young girl like me, a girl who knows nothing at all of life,
to--to marry him. Do you think that was fair or right, Lady Mary Percy?"
Lady Mary's brown eyes seemed to dance in her head. It was with an
effort she suppressed something which might have been a smile or might
have been a frown. After a minute's silence she said gently:
"It altogether depends on the girl to whom such a speech is addressed."
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