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Chapter 1
IwascarriedawayinLondon!”
IcanstillseeMrs.Grose’sbroadfaceasshetookthisin.“InHarleyStreet?”
“InHarleyStreet.”
“Well,miss,you’renotthefirst—andyouwon’tbethelast.”
“Oh,I’venopretension,”Icouldlaugh,“tobeingtheonlyone.Myotherpupil,atanyrate,asIunderstand,comesbacktomorrow?”
“Nottomorrow—Friday,miss.Hearrives,asyoudid,bythecoach,undercareoftheguard,andistobemetbythesamecarriage.”
IforthwithexpressedthattheproperaswellasthepleasantandfriendlythingwouldbethereforethatonthearrivalofthepublicconveyanceIshouldbeinwaitingforhimwithhislittlesister;anideainwhichMrs.GroseconcurredsoheartilythatIsomehowtookhermannerasakindofcomfortingpledge—neverfalsified,thankheaven!—thatweshouldoneveryquestionbequiteatone.Oh,shewasgladIwasthere!
WhatIfeltthenextdaywas,Isuppose,nothingthatcouldbefairlycalledareactionfromthecheerofmyarrival;itwasprobablyatthemostonlyaslightoppressionproducedbyafullermeasureofthescale,asIwalkedroundthem,gazedupatthem,tookthemin,ofmynewcircumstances.Theyhad,asitwere,anextentandmassforwhichIhadnotbeenpreparedandinthepresenceofwhichIfoundmyself,freshly,alittlescaredaswellasalittleproud.Lessons,inthisagitation,certainlysufferedsomedelay;Ireflectedthatmyfirstdutywas,bythegentlestartsIcouldcontrive,towinthechildintothesenseofknowingme
