The lives of the two girls at Lady Caroline's were so completely
happy, that they were induced to doubt whether they had ever really
lived before. The difference between their rackety, disorderly,
Bohemian existence while their father was alive, the pinched and
poverty-stricken home which they shared with their mother until her
death, and the refined comforts and luxuries which awaited them at
their uncle's, was, of course, very great. But they were too young to
feel it at the time, and they had come to look upon Woolgreaves as
their home, and until Marian Ashurst entered upon it as its mistress,
as an epitome of everything that was charming. Lady Caroline's house
was much smaller than Woolgreaves; her income, probably, was nothing
like their uncle's; and yet about her house and her servants, her
carriage, and everything she had, there was a stamp of refinement and
of good taste, springing from high breeding, such as they had never
witnessed, even under Mrs. Creswell's _régime_; and whatever other
fault the girls found with Mrs. Creswell, they invariably allowed her
the possession of good taste. And Lady Caroline herself was so
different, so immeasurably superior to any woman they had ever seen.
With the exception of Lady Churchill, they had known no one save the
village people and the wives of the principal manufacturers at
Brocksopp, who had been daughters of other principal manufacturers at
Shuttleworth and Combcardingham, and might have been made in one
mould, or punched out of one piece; and Lady Churchill was a stupid
old woman in a brown front, who, as Gertrude knew, said "obleege,"
and "apurn" for apron, and "know-ledge," and nearly drove you mad by
the way in which she stared at you, and rubbed her nose with a
knitting-needle, while you were attempting to find conversation for
her. But, in the girls' eyes, Lady Caroline was perfection; and it
would have been indeed odd had they not thought her so, as, for
reasons best known to herself, she went in more determinedly to make
herself agreeable to them than she had done to any one for some years
previous.
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