The Woman Thou Gavest Me eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 874 pages of information about The Woman Thou Gavest Me.

The Woman Thou Gavest Me eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 874 pages of information about The Woman Thou Gavest Me.

The dog having died at sea, I presumed it had been buried there, but no, that seemed to shock the company as an unfeeling supposition.  The ship’s carpenter had made a coffin for it—­a beautiful one of mahogany with a plate-glass inset at the head, and a gilt-lettered inscription below, giving the dog’s name, Prue, and its age, three.

In this condition it had been brought ashore, and was now lying in a kind of state in Alma’s dressing-room.  But to-morrow it was to be buried in the grounds, probably in the glen, to which the company, all dressed in black, were to follow in procession as at a human funeral.

I was choking with anger and horror at the recital of these incredible arrangements, and at the close of it I said in a clear, emphatic voice: 

“I must ask you to be good enough not to do that, please.”

“Why not, my dear?” said Alma.

“Because I do not wish and cannot permit it,” I answered.

There was an awkward pause after this unexpected pronouncement, and when the conversation was resumed my quick ears (which have not always added to my happiness) caught the half-smothered words: 

“Getting a bit sidey, isn’t she?”

Nevertheless, when I rose to leave the dining-room, Alma wound her arm round my waist, called me her “dear little nun,” and carried me off to the hall.

There we sat about the big open fire, and after a while the talk became as free, as it often is among fashionable ladies of a certain class.

Mr. Eastcliff’s Camilla told a slightly indelicate anecdote of a “dresser” she had had at the theatre, and then another young woman (the same who “adored the men who went to the deuce for a woman”) repeated the terms of an advertisement she had seen in a Church newspaper:  “A parlour-maid wants a situation in a family where a footman is kept.”

The laughter which followed this story was loud enough, but it was redoubled when Alma’s mother, from the depths of an arm-chair, said, with her usual solemnity, that she “didn’t see nothing to laugh at” in that, and “the pore girl hadn’t no such thought as they had.”

Again I was choking with indignation, and in order to assert myself once for all I said: 

“Ladies, I will ask you to discontinue this kind of conversation.  I don’t like it.”

At last the climax came.

About ten days after Martin left me I received a telegram, which had been put ashore at Southampton, saying, “Good-bye!  God bless you!” and next day there came a newspaper containing an account of his last night at Tilbury.

He had given a dinner to a number of his friends, including his old commander and his wife, several other explorers who happened to be in London, a Cabinet Minister, and the proprietor of the journal which had promoted his expedition.

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