The Lady from Nowhere: A Detective Story — David Hume — John Shaqi
The Lady from Nowhere: A Detective Story
David Hume · en
Laura, in derision, called Ellen Mrs. Harpagon, after Molière's miser;
and well did Miss Gilmar deserve the name. She was a little, black,
active woman, with a neat figure and a somewhat pinched white face.
Her eyes were hard-looking, her lips were thin, and she was a perfect
skinflint in the management of the household. Even Kirkstone, inclined
as he was to economy, grumbled at times about her excessive economy;
but as the months went by, he fell gradually into her saving way of
living, and the Hall soon gained a name in the county for all that was
mean and niggardly. The larder was always kept locked, the servants
were ill fed, and the occasional beggars who came to that forbidden
door were not fed at all. Scraping, and screwing, and hoarding of
money became the order of the day; and Kirkstone soon found that he
was redeeming his former waste, at the cost of a hard and somewhat
hungry life. However, the habit of living thus penuriously became
confirmed, and both he and Mrs. Harpagon vied with one another in
discovering new methods of saving money. The only person in the Hall
who did not relish this extreme economy was Laura Kirkstone.
The attitude adopted by Kirkstone towards his wealthy sister was a
fairly amiable one. Having a strong will, he compelled her weaker one
to bow to it; and kept a sharp watch on her, lest she should marry
some one of whom he did not approve, and so take the money--which he
looked upon as rightfully his own--out of the family. Many a young man
would have been glad to marry Miss Kirkstone, both for her money and
good looks; for in a pink-and-white sort of way the girl was pretty;
but Kirkstone invited none of these would-be suitors to the house, and
turned a cold shoulder to them in public. Laura was forbidden even to
speak to them; and being kept closely to her own home, lived in the
gaunt, grim Hall, like an enchanted princess guarded by two ogres. And
none of the young knights who wished to marry her had sufficient
courage to brave the black looks of Kirkstone, or the acidulated
sneers of his amiable housekeeper and cousin. Such was the position of
affairs at Kirkstone Hall when Marmaduke Dean again entered into the
life of his former friend.