The impoverished daughter of a curate would not be so fashionable as Miss Thompson, living with her well-to-do aunt. She might possibly have hidden this from Aunt Harriet, not wanting to admit she was having a perfectly wretched time, after her brave running away. What sort of behavior are you speaking of, Mr. It had quite the opposite effect. That will be a clue she has run off with him. I wished to discover what I could of Palin Park from Molly while I had this opportunity of privacy and leisure, but the girl had a million questions to put to me, and as soon as I answered them, some new feature of our trip would intrude.
Palin, he said I could come, she told me, her little bosom swelling with pride. Find out who that fellow was she was seeing, the one who reminded her of Cousin Jerome, and see if he has also left Widecombe. No stopping every fifteen miles to change horses, but. She had hair the shade of burnished copper, done up high on her proudly erect head. I gave a mental cringe at my first blunder.
They had a great, thundering argument one day. In my mind, I was already at Palin Park, searching for Rosalie. I was beginning to despair of ever finding a suitable girl. It was the longest journey I had ever made. You did not strike me as being such a timid woman. They were a gift from herself, and while I did not think the Palins would recognize them for silver, I knew Rosalie had a set like them.
I am an only child. In the Morning Herald, perused dutifully by Aunt Harriet and myself, was a notice that Mr. I had selected the name of Jane Bingham for myself. I could leave any time. Rosalie had said they were active socially. The advertisement specified a mature woman, which it had not done eight months earlier, when Rosalie replied. The clerk at the hotel got me a hackney, and I rattled home to tell Aunt Harriet of my success, and to make further plans.
I decided that in lieu of going only to talk to the Palins, I would ask them for the job advertised. It was odd they should have waited two months to do it, odder still to come all the way to London, but likely it was only a minor part of their reason for coming. I reread the old letters, while waiting for a new one from Rosalie. Her hair was more or less the same shade, her two claims to beauty, for her teeth were wide-spaced at the front, and her nose a poor snub little thing more fitting to a piglet than a girl. Home is still London, but no longer the pretty cottage in Mecklenberg Square. She was well named Regina; she is the Queen of Palin Park.
Is it too fine for a nursemaid? I asked, looking down the carriage to where Mrs. I looked it up on the map before coming, sir, I said, to explain the knowledge. I believe this tragedy had occurred decades ago, upon the opening of the railway. All the while he was looking at me closely—at my face, lent an air of mature dignity by the spectacles, at the clothing, subdued into plainness by the removal of the silver buttons, at my hands, divested of all rings. She did not forbid me to go. A connection in Scotland was turned into an ailing aunt who required my services, for I did not intend to tell anyone but my aunt where I was going. Brothers and sisters, I suppose? I hoped you would mention it.
I am willing to give it a try, if you wish. I replied, No, sir, this is the first time I have gone looking for work. This was the way to see the country! Have you ever traveled on a train? He was a tall man, about six feet, with dark hair lightening to silver at the temples. She was not so eager to lose me as Rosalie. Now he was nice—such a vague term. It was an expensive morning for me. He does not speak much.