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from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1902 edition. Excerpt:
...rendered him less desirable as a husband than she had at first
thought him to be.' 'I cannot answer, ' said Elizabeth-Jane
thoughtfully. 'It is so difficult. It wants a Pope to settle that!' 'You
prefer not to, perhaps?' Lucetta showed in her appealing tone how much
she leant on Elizabeth's judgment. 'Yes, Miss Templeman, ' admitted
Elizabeth. 'I would rather not say.' Nevertheless, Lucetta seemed
relieved by the simple fact of having opened out the situation a little,
and was slowly convalescent of her headache. 'Bring me a looking-glass.
How do I appear to people?' she said languidly. 'Well--a little worn, '
answered Elizabeth, eyeing her as a critic eyes a doubtful painting;
fetching the glass she enabled Lucetta to survey herself in it, which
Lucetta anxiously did. 'I wonder if I wear well, as times go!' she
observed after a while. 'Yes--fairly. 'Where am I worst?' 'Under your
eyes--I notice a little brownness there.' 'Yes. That is my worst place,
I know. How many years more do you think I shall last before I get
hopelessly plain?' There was something curious in the way in which
Elizabeth, though the younger, had come to play the part of experienced
sage in these discussions. 'It may be five years, ' she said judicially.
'Or, with a quiet life, as many as ten. With no love you might calculate
on ten.' Lucetta seemed to reflect on this as on an unalterable,
impartial verdict. She told Elizabeth-Jane no more of the past
attachment she had roughly adumbrated as the experiences of a third
person; and Elizabeth, who in spite of her philosophy was very
tender-hearted, wept that night in bed at the thought that her pretty,
rich Lucetta did not treat her to the full confidence of names and dates
in her confessions. For by the 'she' of Lucetta's story...
