We came home from Mr Boythorns after six pleasant weeks. We were often in the park, and in the woods, and seldom passed the lodge where we had taken shelter without looking in to speak to the keepers wife; but we saw no more of Lady Dedlock, except at church on Sundays. There was company at Chesney Wold; and although several beautiful faces surrounded her, her face retained the same influence on me as at first. I do not quite know, even now, whether it was painful or pleasurable; whether it drew me towards her, or made me shrink from her. I think I admired her with a kind of fear; and I know that in her presence my thoughts always wandered back, as they had done at first, to that old time of my life.
I had a fancy, on more than one of these Sundays, that what this lady so curiously was to me, I was to her I mean that I disturbed her thoughts as she influenced mine, though in some different way. But when I stole a glance at her, and saw her so composed and distant and unapproachable, I felt this to be a foolish weakness. Indeed, I felt the whole state of my mind in reference to her to be weak and unreasonable; and I remonstrated with myself about it as much as I could.
One incident that occurred before we quitted Mr Boythorns house, I had better mention in this place.
I was walking in the garden with Ada, and when I was told that some one wished to see me. Going into the breakfast-room where this person was waiting, I found it to be the French maid who had cast off her shoes and walked through the wet grass, on the day when it thundered and lightened.
Mademoiselle, she began, looking fixedly at me with her too-eager eyes, though otherwise presenting an agreeable appearance, and speaking neither with boldness nor servility, I have taken a great liberty in coming here, but you know how to excuse it, being so amiable, mademoiselle.
No excuse is necessary, I returned, if you wish to speak to me.
That is my desire, mademoiselle. A thousand thanks for the permission. I have your leave to speak. Is it not? she said, in a quick natural way.
Certainly, said I.
Mademoiselle, you are so amiable! Listen then, if you please. I have left my Lady. We could not agree. My Lady is so high; so very high. Pardon! Mademoiselle, you are right! Her quickness anticipated what I might have said presently, but as yet had only thought. It is not for me to come here to complain of my Lady. But I say she is so high, so very high. I will not say a word more. All the world knows that.
Go on, if you please, said I.
Assuredly; mademoiselle, I am thankful for your politeness. Mademoiselle, I have an inexpressible desire to find service with a young lady who is good, accomplished, beautiful. You are good, accomplished, and beautiful as an angel. Ah, could I have the honour of being your domestic!
I am sorry I began.
Do not dismiss me so soon, mademoiselle! she said, with an involuntary contraction of her fine black eyebrows. Let me hope, a moment! Mademoiselle, I know this service would be more retired than that which I have quitted. Well! I wish that. I know this service would be less distinguished than that which I have quitted. Well! I wish that. I know that I should win less, as to wages, here. Good. I am content.
I assure you, said I, quite embarrassed by the mere idea of having such an attendant, that I keep no maid
Ah, mademoiselle, but why not? Why not, when you can have one so devoted to you? Who would be enchanted to serve you; who would be so true, so zealous, and so faithful, every day! Mademoiselle, I wish with all my heart to serve you. Do not speak of money at present. Take me as I am. For nothing!
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