The Shuttle & The Making of a Marchioness. Frances Hodgson Burnett
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Название: The Shuttle & The Making of a Marchioness
Автор: Frances Hodgson Burnett
Издательство: Bookwire
Жанр: Языкознание
isbn: 9788027236688
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She sat at her open bedroom window a long time that evening. She rested her chin upon her hand and looked up at the deeps of blue powdered with the diamond dust of stars. It seemed to her that she had never looked up and seen such myriads of stars before. She felt far away from earthly things and tremulously uplifted. During the last two weeks she had lived in a tumult of mind, of amazement, of awe, of hope and fear. No wonder that she looked pale and that her face was full of anxious yearning. There were such wonders in the world, and she, Emily Fox-Seton, no, Emily Walderhurst, seemed to have become part of them.
She clasped her hands tight together and leaned forward into the night with her face turned upwards. Very large drops began to roll fast down her cheeks, one after the other. The argument of scientific observation might have said she was hysterical, and whether with or without reason is immaterial. She did not try to check her tears or wipe them away, because she did not know that she was crying. She began to pray, and heard herself saying the Lord’s Prayer like a child.
“Our Father who art in Heaven—Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name,” she murmured imploringly.
She said the prayer to the end, and then began it over again. She said it three or four times, and her appeal for daily bread and the forgiveness of trespasses expressed what her inarticulate nature could not have put into words. Beneath the entire vault of heaven’s dark blue that night there was nowhere lifted to the Unknown a prayer more humbly passion-full and gratefully imploring than her final whisper.
“For Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen, amen.”
When she left her seat at the window and turned towards the room again, Jane Cupp, who was preparing for the morrow’s journey and was just entering with a dress over her arm, found herself restraining a start at sight of her.
“I hope you are quite well, my lady,” she faltered.
“Yes,” Lady Walderhurst answered. “I think I am very well—very well, Jane. You will be quite ready for the early train tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, my lady, quite.”
“I have been thinking,” said Emily gently, almost in a tone of reverie, “that if your uncle had not wanted your mother so much it would have been nice to have her here with us. She is such an experienced person, and so kind. I never forget how kind she was to me when I had the little room in Mortimer Street.”
“Oh! my lady, you was kind to us,” cried Jane.
She recalled afterwards, with tears, how her ladyship moved nearer to her and took her hand with what Jane called “her wonderful good look,” which always brought a lump to her throat.
“But I always count on you, Jane,” she said. “I count on you so much.”
“Oh! my lady,” Jane cried again, “it’s my comfort to believe it. I’d lay down my life for your ladyship, I would indeed.”
Emily sat down, and on her face there was a soft, uplifted smile.
“Yes,” she said, and Jane Cupp saw that she was reflective again, and the words were not addressed exactly, to herself, “one would be quite ready to lay down one’s life for the person one loved. It seems even a little thing, doesn’t it?”
Chapter Fourteen
Lady Walderhurst remained in town a week, and Jane Cupp remained with her, in the house in Berkeley Square, which threw open its doors to receive them on their arrival quite as if they had never left it. The servants’ hall brightened temporarily in its hope that livelier doings might begin to stir the establishment, but Jane Cupp was able to inform inquirers that the visit was only to be a brief one.
“We are going back to Palstrey next Monday,” she explained. “My lady prefers the country, and she is very fond of Palstrey; and no wonder. It doesn’t seem at all likely she’ll come to stay in London until his lordship gets back.”
“We hear,” said the head housemaid, “that her ladyship is very kind to Captain Osborn and his wife, and that Mrs. Osborn’s in a delicate state of health.”
“It would be a fine thing for us if it was in our family,” remarked an under housemaid who was pert.
Jane Cupp looked extremely reserved.
“Is it true,” the pert housemaid persisted, “that the Osborns can’t abide her?”
“It’s true,” said Jane, severely, “that she’s goodness itself to them, and they ought to adore her.”
“We hear they don’t,” put in the tallest footman. “And who wonders. If she was an angel, there’s just a chance that she may give Captain Osborn a wipe in the eye, though she is in her thirties.”
“It’s not for us,” said Jane, stiffly, “to discuss thirties or forties or fifties either, which are no business of ours. There’s one gentleman, and him a marquis, as chose her over the heads of two beauties in their teens, at least.”
“Well, for the matter of that,” admitted the tall footman, “I’d have chose her myself, for she’s a fine woman.”
Lady Maria was just on the point of leaving South Audley Street to make some visits in the North, but she came and lunched with Emily, and was in great form.
She had her own opinion of a number of matters, some of which she discussed, some of which she kept to herself. She lifted her gold lorgnette and looked Emily well over.
“Upon my word, Emily,” she said, “I am proud of you. You are one of my successes. Your looks are actually improving. There’s something rather etherealised about your face to-day. I quite agree with Walderhurst in all the sentimental things he says about you.”
She said this last partly because she liked Emily and knew it would please her to hear that her husband went to the length of dwelling on her charms in his conversation with other people, partly because it entertained her to see the large creature’s eyelids flutter and a big blush sweep her cheek.
“He really was in great luck when he discovered you,” her ladyship went on briskly. “As for that, I was in luck myself. Suppose you had been a girl who could not have been left. As Walderhurst is short of female relatives, it would have fallen to me to decently dry-nurse you. And there would have been the complications arising from a girl being baby enough to want to dance about to places, and married enough to feel herself entitled to defy her chaperone; she couldn’t have been trusted to chaperone herself. As it is, Walderhurst, can go where duty calls, etc., and I can make my visits and run about, and you, dear thing, are quite happy at Palstrey playing Lady Bountiful and helping the little half-breed woman to expect her baby. I daresay you sit and make dolly shirts and christening robes hand in hand.”
“We enjoy it all very much,” Emily answered, adding imploringly, “please don’t call her a little half-breed woman. She’s such a dear little thing, Lady Maria.”
Lady Maria indulged in the familiar chuckle and put up her lorgnette to examine her again.
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