The Argosy — page 348: what you’re looking at

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334 A Secret of the Sea. “Well, well, child ; I only hope that what yowsay is right, and that there is indeed no prior attachment. But be careful that you do not fall into the hands of some swindling adventurer—of some romantic rogue, with a handsome face and a wheedling tongue, who, while persuading you that he loves you for yourself alone, cares, in reality, for nothing but the money you will bring him. The world abounds with such men. Be warned, or you may have to repent when repentance will be of no avail.” . ‘Ah, Lady Dudgeon! if I were not an heiress, what a happy girl I should be!” “ Child, you talk like a lunatic.” ‘Tt may be so, but this money weighs me down as though it were a millstone about my neck. And how sadly wise in the ways of the world I seem to have become in a few short months! Friendship— service—affection—I feel, nowadays, as if these treasures were offered me, not for myself, but simply because I am a little mch. In the old, happy days at home, before ever I dreamed of being an heiress, no such doubt ever crossed my mind. Fnendship and love—my father’s love—were mine: as freely and fully mine as the lilies that grew by the mill-pond brim, or the canary that woke me every morning with its song. But indeed, dear Lady Dudgeon, I am in no wise fitted for a life of fashionable pleasure. My tastes are too homely. Life seems to me far too real, far too earnest, to be frittered away in a perpetual round of balls and parties, of morning calls and drives in the Park. When I think of the poverty and wretchedness that I see on every side of me, every time I stir out of doors, and then of all those useless thousands that are said to be mine, I feel ashamed of myself, and think, with sorrow, how utterly I am living for myself alone. Oh, Lady Dudgeon ! if you wish to make me happy, be my almoner ; teach me how to employ, for the benefit of my poorer sisters. and their little ones, that wealth which came to me so unexpectedly, and which I so little deserve. Teach me to do this, and you will make me happy indeed !” Lady Dudgeon took a sniff at her salts before she spoke. ‘My dear Eleanor,” she said at last, “if all people of wealth and social standing held the same ternble notions that you do, we should have chaos back again in a very little while. Your mind has been badly trained, child, and we must endeavour to eradicate the noxious weeds _one by one. Meanwhile, you will be all the better for this little out- burst, and I am not in the least offended by what you have said. And now as regards your costume for Lady Camperdown’s concert. I think the new shade of green would harmonise admirably with your style and complexion. As for myself, I shall wear ——-” But at this juncture the door opened, and in came Sir Thomas with a budget of news, so the all-important subject of dress was put aside for the COMIC MOOOlKS.,.CO