“That is just what I ought to be inquiring about,” said Mrs. John. “A governess—I am afraid I am not able to carry her on myself. I have taught her,” the poor lady said with pride, “all she knows.”
Hester listened with a gasp of astonishment. What Mrs. John meant was all she knew herself, which was not much. And how about her teaching and her independence and the cours she felt herself ready to open? She was obliged to overcome her shyness and explain herself.
“I don’t want to learn,” she said, “I want to teach. I can speak French, and Italian, and German. I want to open a cours; don’t you think I might open a cours? I know that I could teach, for I am so fond of it, and I want something to do.” Having got all this out like a sudden shot from a gun, Hester stopped short, got behind her mother, and was heard no more.
“Oh!” cried Ellen, “teach! that little thing!” and then she turned to her brother, “Isn’t it fine?” she said; “it would be a shame to stop her when she wishes it. French and Italian and German, only fancy. I don’t know what a cours is, but whatever it is you shall have it, dear. I promise you. Certainly you shall have it. I will not have you kept back for the want of that.”
Hester was a great deal too much excited to laugh, and here Mrs. John interfered. “You must excuse me,” she said, nervously. “Do not think I don’t feel the kindness. Oh, you must excuse me! I could not let her teach. My poor husband would never have suffered it for a moment. And what would Catherine say?—a Vernon! Oh, no, no! it is impossible; there is nothing I would not rather do. She has spoken of it before: but I thought it only childish nonsense. Oh, no, no! thank Heaven, though we are poor,” cried the poor lady, “and fallen from what we were—we are not fallen so far as that.”
“Oh, but it isn’t falling at all,” said Ellen; “you see you are old-fashioned. Don’t be angry. I don’t mean any harm. But don’t you know it is the fashion now for girls to do something? Oh, but it is though! the best girls do it; they paint, and they do needlework, and they sing, and they write little books, and everybody is proud to be able to earn money. It is only when they are clever that they can teach; and then they are so proud! Oh, I assure you, Mrs. Vernon! I would not say so if it were not quite the right thing. You know, Harry, people do it in town constantly. Lady Mannion’s daughter mends old lace, and Mrs. Markham paints things for the shops. It is the fashion; the very best families do it. It will be quite aristocratic to have a Vernon teaching. I shall take lessons myself.”
“That’s the thing,” said the good-natured Harry. “Nell, that’s the best thing. She shall teach you and me.”
“Oh, he wants to make a hole-and-corner thing of it,” said Ellen, “to hide it up! How silly boys are! when it is the very height of the fashion and will bring us into notice directly! There is old Lady Freeling will take her up at once: and the Duchess. You may do whatever you please, but I will stand by her. You may count upon me, Hester, I will stand by you through thick and thin. You will be quite a heroine: everybody will take you up.”
Mrs. John looked from one to the other aghast. “Oh, no, no, pardon me; but Hester—I cannot sanction it, I cannot sanction it; your poor papa—” faltered Mrs. John.
It was characteristic that in the very midst of this discussion Ellen Vernon got up with all the ringing of her caparison, and took her leave, declaring that she had forgotten that she had to go somewhere at four o’clock, “and you know the horses will not stand, Harry,” she said, “but whenever we are happy anywhere, we forget all our engagements—we are two such sillies, Harry and I.” She put her arm round Hester’s waist as they went through the passage, and kissed her again at the door. “Mind, you are to come and spend a long, long day with me,” she said. Mrs. John interrupted in the midst of her remonstrances, and not sure that this dazzling creature would not drive off straight somewhere or other to establish Hester in her cours, followed after them trying to put in another word. But Ellen had been placed in her seat, and her dust-cloak arranged round her, before the poor lady could say anything. And she too stood spellbound like all the rest, to see the beautiful young couple in their grandeur, so fair, so handsome, so perfectly got up. The only fault that their severest critic could find with them was that they were too fair; their very eyelashes were flaxen, there were no contrasts in their smooth fair faces; but this in conjunction with so much youth and daintiness had a charm of its own. Mr. Mildmay Vernon had been watching for them at the window, losing all the good of his book, which was from the circulating library and cost twopence a night; consequently he threw away at least the half of a farthing waiting for the young people to come out. When they appeared again he went to his door, taking off the soft old felt hat which he wore habitually out of doors and in, and kissing his hand—not it is to be feared very much to his advantage, for these two fine young folks paid little attention to
