The Land of Promise eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 253 pages of information about The Land of Promise.

The Land of Promise eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 253 pages of information about The Land of Promise.

To Miss Pringle, the note of regret which crept now and again into Nora’s voice when she spoke of her late employer was a continual source of bewilderment.  Here was a woman who she knew had a quick temper and a passionate nature speaking as if she actually sorrowed for the tyrant who had so frequently made her life unbearable.  She was sure that she couldn’t have felt more grieved if Providence had seen fit to remove the excellent Mrs. Hubbard from the scene of her earthly activities.  Poor Miss Pringle!  She did not realize that after thirty years of a life passed as a hired companion that she no longer possessed either sensibility or the power of affection.  To her, one employer would be very like another so long as they were fairly considerate and not too unreasonable.  It would be tiresome, to be sure, to have to learn the little likes and dislikes of Mrs. Hubbard’s successor.  But what would you?  Life was filled with tiresome moments.  Poor Miss Pringle!

Her next remark was partly to make conversation and partly because she might obtain further light upon this perplexing subject.  She made a mental note that she must not forget to speak to Mrs. Hubbard of Nora’s grief over Miss Wickham’s death.  Naturally, she would be gratified.

“Well, it must be a great relief to you now it’s all over,” she said.

“Sometimes I can’t realize it,” said Nora simply.  “These last few weeks I hardly got to bed at all, and when the end came I was utterly exhausted.  For two days I have done nothing but sleep.  Poor Miss Wickham.  She did hate dying.”

Miss Pringle had a sort of triumph.  She had proved her point.  Even Mrs. Hubbard could not doubt it now!  “That’s the extraordinary part of it.  I believe you were really fond of her.”

“Do you know that for nearly a year she would eat nothing but what I gave her with my own hands.  And she liked me as much as she was capable of liking anybody.”

“That wasn’t much,” Miss Pringle permitted herself.

“And then I was so dreadfully sorry for her.”

“Good heavens!”

“She’d been a hard and selfish woman all her life, and there was no one who cared for her,” Nora went on passionately.  “It seemed so dreadful to die like that and leave not a soul to regret one.  Her nephew and his wife were just waiting for her death.  It was dreadful.  Each time they came down from London I could see them looking at her to see if she was any worse than when last they’d seen her.”

“Well,” said Miss Pringle with a sort of splendid defiance, “I thought her a horrid old woman, and I’m glad she’s dead.  And I only hope she’s left you well provided for.”

“Oh, I think she’s done that,” Nora smiled happily into her friend’s face.  “Yes, I can be quite sure of that, I fancy.  Two years ago, when I—­when I nearly went away, she said she’d left me enough to live on.”

They walked on for a moment or two in silence until they had reached the end of the path, where there was a little arbor in which Miss Wickham had been in the habit of having her tea afternoons when the weather permitted.

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