England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
“Just now I am at home; I have plenty to do,” she said. Then, after
another pause, “If things change here--if I cannot stay here, Law, why
shouldn’t we go together? You must get an appointment, and I would take
care of you. I could make the money go twice as far as you would. I
could help you if you had work to do at home--copying or anything--I
would do it. It would not cost more for two of us than for one. I could
do everything for you, even your washing; and little things besides. Oh,
I don’t doubt I could get quantities of little things to do,” said
Lottie, with a smile of confidence in her own powers; “and no one need
be the wiser. You would be thought to have enough for us both.”
“Listen to me, now,” said Law, who had shown many signs of impatience,
not to say consternation. “What you mean is (_if_ you know what you
mean), that you intend to live upon me. You needn’t stare; you don’t
think what you’re saying, but that is what you really mean when all is
done. Look here, Lottie; if I were to get a place I should live in
lodgings. I should bring in other fellows to see me. I shouldn’t want to
have my sister always about. As for not spending a penny more, that
means that you would give me dinners like what we have now; but when I
have anything to live on, of my own, I shall not stand that. I shall not
be content, I can tell you, to live as we live now. I want to be free if
I get an appointment; I don’t want to have you tied round my neck like a
millstone; I want to have my liberty and enjoy myself. If it comes to
that, I’d rather marry than have a sister always with me; but at first I
shall want to have my fling and enjoy myself. And what is the use of
having money,” said Law, with the genuine force of conviction, “unless
you can spend it upon yourself?”
Lottie was altogether taken by surprise. It was the first time they had
thus discussed the question. She made no reply to this utterance of
sound reason. She sat with her work on her knee, and her hands resting
upon it, staring at her brother. This revelation of his mind was to her
altogether new.
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