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A Fair Barbarian by Frances Hodgson Burnett audiobook. Genre: romance Set in the proper English village of Slowbridge, A Fair Barbarian begins when Octavia Bassett, a wealthy young American from Nevada, arrives to stay with her quiet and conventional aunt, Miss Belinda. Octavia is beautiful, warmhearted, and completely untroubled by the rules that govern local society, and her bright clothes, easy manners, and frank conversation send the village into a state of fascinated alarm. At the center of that world stands Lady Theobald, the grand guardian of Slowbridge respectability, whose opinions shape everyone around her, especially her shy granddaughter Lucia Gaston. As Octavia befriends Lucia and moves through teas, visits, and whispered judgments, her very presence starts to expose the stiffness, snobbery, and hidden longings beneath the town's polished surface. Romantic complications begin to form as admirers circle, old expectations are challenged, and Lucia's future becomes entangled with questions of class and personal courage. Light, witty, and sharply observant, the novel uses culture clash and social comedy to explore independence, kindness, and the quiet power of a young woman who refuses to be trimmed to fit other people's idea of propriety. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (00:09:41) Chapter 02 (00:20:06) Chapter 03 (00:27:27) Chapter 04 (00:37:17) Chapter 05 (00:48:07) Chapter 06 (01:02:44) Chapter 07 (01:11:35) Chapter 08 (01:25:28) Chapter 09 (01:32:57) Chapter 10 (01:44:50) Chapter 11 (01:51:59) Chapter 12 (02:01:11) Chapter 13 (02:10:36) Chapter 14 (02:17:57) Chapter 15 (02:27:15) Chapter 16 (02:36:37) Chapter 17 (02:51:31) Chapter 18 (02:58:09) Chapter 19 (03:08:53) Chapter 20 (03:22:32) Chapter 21 (03:31:53) Chapter 22 (03:46:05) Chapter 23 (03:54:46) Chapter 24 (04:03:47) Chapter 25 (04:13:16) Chapter 26 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 1. Miss Octavia Bassett. Slowbridge had been shaken to its foundations. It may as well be explained, however, at the outset, that it would not take much of a sensation to give Slowbridge a great shock. In the first place, Slowbridge was not used to sensations, and was used to going on the even and respectable tenor of its way. regarding the outside world with private distrust, if not with open disfavor.

The new mills had been a trial to Slowbridge, a sore trial. On being told of the owner's plan of building them, old Lady Theobald, who was the cornerstone of the social edifice of Slowbridge, was said by a spectator to have turned deathly pale with rage, and on the first day of their being opened in working order, she had taken to her bed and remained shut up in her darkened room for a week, refusing to see anybody and even going so far as to send a scathing message to the curate of St. James, who called in fear and trembling because he was afraid to stay away.

With mills and mill hands, her ladyship announced to Mr. Lawrence, the mill owner, when Chance first threw them together. With mills and mill hands come murder, massacre, and mob law. And she said it so loud, and with so stern an air of conviction, that the two Mrs. Briarton, who were of a timorous and fearful nature, dropped their buttered muffins. It was at one of the tea-parties, which were slow bridges only dissipation, and shuddered hysterically, feeling that their fate was sealed, and that they might, any night, find three masculine mill-hands, secreted under their beds with bludgeon's.

But as no massacres took place, and the mill-hands were pretty regular in their habits, and even went so far as to send their children to Lady Theobald's free school, and accepted the tracks left weekly at their doors, whether they could read or not. Slowbridge gradually recovered from the shock of finding itself forced to exist in close proximity to mills, and was just settling itself to sleep,

the sleep of the just, again, when, as I have said, it was shaken to his foundations. It was Miss Belinda Bassett who received the first shock. Miss Belinda Bassett was a decorous little maiden lady, who lived in a decorous little house on High Street, which was considered a very genteel street in Slowbridge. She had lived in the same house all her life. Her father had lived in it, and so also had her grandfather. she had gone out to take tea from its doors two or three times a week ever since she had been twenty and she had had her little tea-parties in its front parlour as often as any other genteel slowbridge entertainer she had risen at seven breakfasted at eight dined at two, taken tea at five, and gone to bed at ten, with such regularity for fifty years,

that to rise at eight, breakfast at nine, dine at three, and take tea at six, and go to bed at eleven, would, she was firmly convinced, be but to fly in the face of Providence, as she put it, and sign her own death warrant. Consequently, it is easy to imagine what a tremor and excitement seized her, When one afternoon, as she sat waiting for her tea, a coach from the Blue Lion dashed, or at least almost dashed, up to the front door, a young lady got out, and the next minute the handmaiden, Marianne, threw open the door of the parlor, announcing without the least preface, your niece-mum for Merrick her. Miss Belinda got up, feeling that her knees really trembled beneath her. In Slowbridge, America was not approved of. in fact was almost entirely ignored, as the country where, to quote, Lady Theobald, the laws were loose and the prevailing sentiments revolutionary. It was not considered good taste to know Americans, which was not unfortunate, as there were none to know,

and Miss Bolinda Bassett had always felt a delicacy in mentioning her only brother, who had emigrated to the United States and his youth, having first disgraced himself by the utterance of the black remark that he wanted to get to a place where a fellow could stretch himself and not be bullied by a lot of old tabbies. From the day of his departure, when he had left, Miss Belinda bathed in tears of anguish. She had heard nothing of him, and here upon the threshold, stood Marianne, with delighted eagerness in her countenance, repeating, your niece, mum, from Marica. And with the words, her niece entered. Miss Belinda put her hand to her heart. The young lady thus announced was the prettiest, and at the same time the most extraordinary looking young lady she had ever seen in her life. Slobridge contained nothing approaching this niece. Her dress was so very stylish that it was quite startling in its effect. Her forehead was covered down to her large pretty eyes themselves, with curls of yellow-brown hair, and her slender throat was swathed round and round with a grand scarf of black lace.

She made a step forward and then stopped, looking at Miss Belinda. Her eyes suddenly, to Miss Belinda's amazement, filled with tears. Didn't you? She said, Oh, dear, didn't you get the letter? The—the letter? faltered Miss Belinda. What letter, my dear? Pause, was the answer. Oh, I see you didn't.

And she sank into the nearest chair, putting her hands up to her face, and beginning to cry outright. I am Octavia Babasset, she said. We were coming to surprise you and travel in Europe, but the mines went wrong and papa was obliged to go back to Nevada. The mines? Gassed Miss Belinda. Silver mines, wept, Octavia. And we had scarcely landed when Piper. cabled, and Pa had to turn back. It was something about shares, and he may have lost his last

dollar. Miss Belinda sank into a chair herself. Marianne, she said faintly, bring me a glass of water. Her tone was such that Octavia removed her handkerchief from her eyes and sat up to examine her. Are you frightened? she asked in some alarm. Miss Belinda took a sip of the water brought by her handmaiden, replaced the glass upon the salver, and shook her head deprecatingly. Not exactly frightened, my dear, she said, but so amazed that I find it difficult to collect myself. Octavia put up her handkerchief again to wipe away a sudden new gush of tears. If shares intended to go down, she said, I don't see why they couldn't go down before we started, instead of waiting until we got over here and then spoiling everything.

Providence, my dear, began Miss Belinda, but she was interrupted by the re-entrance of Marianne. The man from the lion, Mum, wants to know what's to be done with the trunks. There's six of them, and they're all that heavy as he says he wouldn't lift one alone for ten shilling. Six, exclaimed Miss Belinda, who's are they? "'Mine,' replied Octavia. "'Wait a minute. I'll go out to him.' Miss Belinda was astounded afresh by the alacrity, with which her niece seemed to forget her troubles, and rise to the occasion.

The girl ran to the front door as if she was quite used to directing her own affairs, and began to issue her orders. "'You will have to get another man,' she said. "'You might have known that. Go and get one somewhere.' And when the man went off, grumbling a little, and evidently, rather than, at a loss before such preemptory coolness. She turned to Miss Belinda. Where must he put them? she asked. It did not seem to have occurred to her once that her identity might be doubted, and some slight obstacles arise before her. I am afraid, faltered Miss Belinda, that five of them will have to be put in the attic.

And in fifteen minutes five of them were put into the attic, and the sixth, the biggest of all, stood in the trim little spare chamber, and pretty Miss Octavia had sunk into a puffy little chintz-covered easy-chair, while her newly found relatives stood before her, making the most laudable efforts to recover her equilibrium, and not to feel as if her head were spinning round and round. End of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 of A Fair Barbarian This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain.

for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org. recording by Crowgirl A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett Chapter 2 An Investment Anyway The natural result of these efforts was that Miss Belinda was moved to shed a few tears. I hope you will excuse my being too startled to say I was glad to see you, she said. I have not seen my brother for 30 years and I was very fond of him. "'He said you were,' answered Octavia, and he was very fond of you, too.

"'He didn't write to you, because he made up his mind not to let you hear from him "'until he was a rich man, and then he thought he would wait until he could come home and surprise you. "'He was awfully disappointed when he had to go back without seeing you.' "'Poor dear Martin,' wept Miss Belinda gently, "'such a journey.' "'Octavia opened her charming eyes in surprise. "'Oh, he'll come back again,' she said, and he doesn't mind the journey. The journey is nothing, you know. Nothing, echoed Miss Belinda.

A voyage across the Atlantic, nothing? When one thinks of the danger, my dear. Octavia's eyes opened a shade wider. We have made the trip to the States across the Isthmus twelve times, and that takes a month, she remarked, so we don't think ten days much. Twelve times, said Miss Belinda, quite appalled. Dear, dear, dear.

And for some moments she could do nothing but look at her, young relative in doubtful wonder, shaking her head with actual sadness. But she finally recovered herself, with a little start. What am I thinking of? She exclaimed remorsefully. To let you sit here in this way, pray excuse me, my dear, you see, I am so upset. She left her chair in a great hurry, and proceeded to embrace her young guest tenderly, though with a little timorousness. The young lady submitted to the caress with much composure. Did I upset you, she inquired calmly. The fact was that she could not see why the simple advent of a relative from Nevada should seem to have the effect of an earthquake and result in tremor, confusion, and tears.

It was true she herself had shed a tear or so, but then her troubles had been accumulating for several days, and she had not felt confused yet. When Miss Belinda went downstairs to superintendent Mary Ann in the tea-making and left her guest alone, that young person glanced about her with a rather dubious expression. "'It is a queer, nice little place,' she said. "'But I don't wonder that Pa emigrated if they always get into such a flurry about little things. I might have been a ghost.' Then she proceeded to unlock the big trunk and attire herself.

Downstairs Miss Belinda was wavering between the kitchen and the parlor in a kindly flutter. Toast some muffins, Marianne, and bring in the cold roast fowl, she said. said, and I will put out some strawberry jam and some of the preserved ginger. Dear me, just to think how fond of preserved ginger poor Martin was, and how little of it he was allowed to eat. There really seems a special providence in my having such a nice stock of it in the house when his daughter comes home. In the course of half an hour, everything was in readiness. And then Marianne, who had been sent upstairs to announce the fact, came down in a most remarkable state of delighted agitation, suppressed ecstasy and amazement exclaiming aloud in every feature.

She's dressed, Mum, she announced, Anne'll be down immediate, and retired to a shadowy corner of the kitchen passage that she might lie in wait, unobserved. Miss Belinda, sitting behind the tea service, heard a soft, flowing, silken rustle sweeping down the staircase and across the hall, and then her niece entered. Don't you think I've dressed pretty quick, she said, and swept across the little parlor and sat down in her place,

with the calmest and most unconscious air in the world. There was in Slowbridge but one dressmaking establishment. The head of the establishment, Miss Letitia Chickie, designed the costumes of every woman in Slowbridge, from Lady Tibbled down. There were legends that she received her patterns from London and modified them to suit the Slowbridge taste. Possibly this was true,

but in that case her labors as modifier must have been severe indeed, since they were so far modified as to be altogether unrecognizable when they left Miss Chickie's establishment and were born home in triumph to the houses of her patrons. The taste of Slowbridge was quiet, upon this Slowbridge prided itself especially, and at the same time tended toward economy. When Gores came into fashion, Slobridge clung firmly, and with some pride, two substantial breads, which did not cut good silk into useless strips, which could not be utilized. in after-time. And it was only when after a visit to London, Lady Tibald walked into St. James one Sunday with two gores on each side that Miss Chicky regretfully put scissors into her first breadth. Each matronly member of good society possessed a substantial silk gown of some sober color, which gown, having done duty at two years tea parties, descended to the grade of second

best, and so descended year by year until it disappeared into the dim, distance of the past. The young ladies had their white muslins and natural flowers, which latter decorations invariably collapsed in the course of the evening, and were worn during the latter half of any festification in a flabby and hopeless condition. Miss Chicky made the muslins, festooning and adorning them after designs emanating from her fertile imagination. If they were a little short in the body and not very generously proportioned in the matter of train, there was no rival establishment to sneer, and Miss Chicky had it all her own way, and at least it could never be said that Slowbridge was vulgar or overdressed.

Judge, then, of Miss Belinda Bassett's condition of mind when her fair relative took her seat before her. What the material of her niece's dress was, Miss Belinda could not have told. It was a silken and soft fabric of a pale blue color. It clung to the slender, lissom young figure like a glove. A fan-like train of great length almost covered the hearth-rug. There were platings and frillings all over it, and yards of delicate satin ribbon cut into loops in the most recklessly extravagant manner. Miss Belinda saw all this at the first glance, as Marianne had seen it, and like Mary Ann lost her breath. But on her second glance, she saw something more. On the pretty, slight hands were three wonderful sparkling rings composed of diamonds set in clusters.

There were great solitaire in the neat little ears, and the thickly-plated lace at the throat was fastened by a diamond clasp. "'My dear,' said Miss Belinda, clutching helplessly at the teapot, argue, surely it is a little dangerous to wear such priceless ornaments on ordinary occasions,' Octavia stared at her for a moment uncomprehendingly. "'Your jewels, I mean, my love,' fluttered Miss Belinda. "'Surely you don't wear them often. "'I declare it quite frightens me to think of having such things in the house.'

"'Does it?' said Octavia. "'That's queer.' "'And she looked puzzled for a moment again. "'Then she glanced down at her rings. "'I nearly always wear these,' she remarked. "'Father gave them to me. "'He gave me one each birthday for three years. "'He says diamonds are an investment anyway,

"'and I might as well have them. "'These?' "'Touching the earrings, and clasp were given to my mother when she was on the stage. A lot of people clubbed together and bought them for her. She was a great favorite. Miss Belinda made another clutch at the handle of the teapot. Your mother, she exclaimed faintly. On the... Did you say on the stage? answered Octavia. San Francisco. Father married her there. She was awfully pretty. I don't remember her. She died when I was born. She was only 19. The utter calmness and freedom from embarrassment with

which these announcements were made, almost shook Miss Belinda's faith in her own identity. Strange to say, until this moment she had scarcely given a thought to her brother's wife, and to find herself sitting in her own genteel little parlor, behind her own tea service, with her hand upon her own teapot, hearing that this wife had been a young person who had been a great favorite upon the stage, in a region peopled as she had been led to to suppose by gold-diggers and escaped convicts was almost too much for her to support herself under. But she did support herself bravely when she had time to rally. "'Help yourself to some fowl, my dear,' she said hospitably, even though very faintly indeed,

and take a muffin. Octavia did so, her over-splendid hands flashing in the light as she moved them. "'American girls always have more things than English girls,' she observed with admirable coolness. They dress more. I have been told so by girls who have been in Europe. And I have more things than most American girls. Father had more money than most people. That was one reason. And he spoiled me, I suppose. He had no one else to give things to. And he said I should have everything I took a fancy to. He often laughed at me for buying things, but he never said I shouldn't buy them. He was always generous, sighed Miss Belinda. Poor dear Martin. Octavia scarcely entered into the spirit of this mournful sympathy. She was fond of her father, but her recollections of him were not pathetic or sentimental. He took me with him wherever he went, she proceeded, and we had a teacher from the States

who travelled with us sometimes. He never sent me away from him. I wouldn't have gone if he had wanted to send me, and he didn't want to, she added, with a satisfied little laugh. End of Chapter 2. Chapter 3 of A Fair Barbarian This is a Libravox recording All Libravox recordings are in the public domain

For more information or to volunteer Please visit Libravox.org Recording by Crowgirl A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett Chapter 3 Largentville Miss Belinda sat looking at her niece with a sense of being at once stunned and fascinated.

To see a creature so young, so pretty, so luxuriously splendid, and at the same time so simply and completely at ease with herself and her surroundings, was a revelation quite beyond her comprehension. The best-bred and nicest girls' Slowbridge could produce were apt to look a trifle conscious and timid when they found themselves attired in the white muslin and floral decorations. But this slender creature sat in her gorgeous attire. higher, her train flowing over the modest carpet, her rings flashing, her ear pendants twinkling, apparently entirely oblivious of, or indifferent to, the fact that all her belongings were

sufficiently out of place to be startling beyond measure. Her chief characteristic, however, seemed to be her excessive frankness. She did not hesitate at all to make the most remarkable statements concerning her own and her father's past career. She made them, too, as if there was nothing unusual about them. Twice in her childhood, a luckless speculation had left her father penniless, and once he had taken her to a Californian gold-diggers camp, where she had been the only female member of the somewhat reckless community. But they were pretty good-natured and made a pet of me, she said, and we did not stay very long. Father had a stroke of luck, and we went away. I was sorry when we had to go, and so were the men. They made me a present of a set of

jewelry made out of the gold they had got themselves. There's a breast-pin like a breastplate and a necklace like a dog-collar. The bracelets tire my arms and the earrings pull my ears, but I wear them sometimes, gold girdle and all. Did I inquired Miss Belinda timidly, did I understand you to say, my dear, that your father's business was in some way connected with silver-mining? It is silver-mining, was the response. He owns some mines, you know. Owns, said Miss Belinda, much fluttered. "'owns some silver mines. He must be a very rich man, a very rich man. I declare it quite takes my breath away.' "'Oh, he is rich,' said Octavia, awfully rich sometimes. And then again he isn't. "'Shares go up, you know, and then they go down, and you don't seem to have anything.

But father generally comes out right, because he is lucky and knows how to manage.' "'But how uncertain,' gasped Miss Belinda, "'I should be perfectly miserable. "'Poor dear Mar—' "'Oh, no, you wouldn't,' said Octavia. get used to it, and wouldn't mind much, particularly if you were lucky as father is. There is everything in being lucky in knowing how to manage. When we first went to Bloody Gulch, my dear, cried Miss Belinda, aghast, I, I beg of you. Octavia stopped short. She gazed at Miss Belinda in bewilderment, as she had done several times before. Is anything the matter?

She inquired placidly. My dear love, explained Miss Belinda innocently, determined at least to do her duty. It is not customary in Slowbridge, in fact, I think I may say in England, to use such exceedingly, I don't want to wound your feelings, my dear, but such exceedingly strong expressions. I refer, my dear, to the one which

began with a bee. It is really considered profane, as well as dreadful beyond measure. The one which began with a bee, repeated Octavia, still staring at her. That is the name of a place, but I didn't name it, you know. It was called that in the first place because a party of men were surprised and murdered there while they were asleep in their camp at night. It isn't a very nice name, of course, but I'm not responsible for it. And besides, now the place is growing,

they are going to call it Athens or Magnolia Vale. They tried La Jantville for a while, but people would call it Lodginville and nobody liked it. I trust you never lived there, said Miss Belinda. I beg your pardon for being so horrified, but I really could not refrain from starting when you spoke, and I cannot help hoping you never lived there. I live there now when I am at home, Octavia replied. The mines are there, and father has built a house, and had the furniture brought on from New York. Miss Belinda tried not to shudder, but almost failed. Won't you take another muffin, my love, she said with a sigh.

Do, take another muffin. No, thank you, answered Octavia. and it must be confessed that she looked a little bored as she leaned back in her chair and glanced down at the train of her dress it seemed to her that her simplest statement or remark created a sensation Having at last risen from the tea-table, she wandered to the window and stood there, looking out at Miss Belinda's flower-garden. It was quite a pretty flower-garden, and a good-sized one, considering the dimensions of the house. There were an oval grass-plot, diverse gravel paths, heart and diamond-shaped beds, aglow with brilliant annuals, a great many rose-bushes, several laburnums and lilacs, and a trim hedge of holly surrounding it.

"'I think I should like to go out and walk around there,' "'remarked Octavia, smothering a little yawn behind her hand. "'Suppose we go, if you don't care.' "'Certainly, my dear,' assented Miss Belinda, "'but perhaps, with a delicately dubious glance at her attire, "'you would like to make some little alteration to your dress? "'To put something a little dark over it.' "'Octavia glanced down also.

"'Oh, no,' she replied, "'it will do well enough. "'I will throw a scarf over me.' my head, though, not because I need it, unblushingly, but because I have a lace one that is very becoming. She went up to her room for the article in question, and in three minutes was down again. When she first caught sight of her Miss Belinda found herself obliged to clear her throat quite suddenly. What slowbridge would think of seeing such a toilet in her front garden upon an ordinary occasion she could not imagine? The scarf truly was becoming. It was a long affair of rich white lace, and was thrown over the girl's head, wound around her throat, and the ends

tossed over her shoulders, with the most picturesque air of carelessness in the world. You look quite like a bride, my dear Octavia, said Miss Belinda. We are scarcely used to such things in Slowbridge, but Octavia only laughed a little. I am going to get some pink roses and fasten the ends with them when we get into the garden, she said. She stopped, for this purpose, at the first rose-bush they reached. She gathered half a dozen slender-stemmed, heavy-headed buds, and having fastened the lace with some, was carelessly placing the rest at her waist when Miss Belinda started violently. End of Chapter 3. Recording by Crow-Crow.orghum.carrow.com Chapter 4 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Librevox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the

public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Shiromi Arsereo. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 4. Lady Theobald Oh dear, she exclaimed nervously, there is Lady Theobald. Lady Theobald, having been making calls of state, was returning home rather later than usual, when, in driving up High Street, her eye fell upon Miss Bassett's garden.

She put up her eyeglasses and gazed through them severely. Then she issued a mandate to her coachman. Dobson, she said, drive more slowly. She could not believe the evidence of her own eyeglasses. In Miss Bassett's garden, she saw a tall girl, dressed, as she put it, like an actress, her delicate dress trailing upon the grass, a white lace scarf about her head and shoulders, roses in that scarf, roses at her waist. Good heavens, she exclaimed,

is Belinda Bassett giving a party without so much as mentioning it to me? Then she issued another mandate. Dobson, she said, drive faster and drive me to Miss Bassett's. Miss Belinda came out to the gate to meet her quaking inwardly. Octavia simply turned slightly where she stood and looked at her ladyship without any pretense of concealing her curiosity. Lady Theobald bent forward in her landau. Belinda, she said, how do you do?

I did not know you intended to introduce garden parties into Slowbridge. Dear Lady Theobald began Miss Belinda. Who is that young person? demanded her ladyship. She is poor dear Martin's daughter, answered Miss Belinda. She arrived today from Nevada, where, where it appears Martin has been very fortunate and owns a great many silver mines. A great many silver mine. cried Lady Theobald. Are you mad, Belinda Bassett?

I am ashamed of you, at your time of life, too. Miss Belinda almost shed tears. She said some silver mines, I am sure, she faltered, for I remember how astonished and bewildered I was. The fact is that she is such a very singular girl and has told me so many wonderful things in the strangest cool way that I'm quite uncertain of myself. Murderers, and gold diggers, in silver mines,

and camps full of men without women, making presents of gold girdles and dog collars and earrings that drag your ears down. It is enough to upset anyone. I should think so, responded her ladyship. Open the carriage door, Belinda, and let me get out. She felt that this matter must be inquired into it once and not allowed to go too far. She had ruled Slobridge too long to allow such innovations to remain uninvestigated. She would not be likely to be upset, at least.

She descended from her landau with her most rigorous air. Her stout, rich black moir antique gown rustled severely. The yellow ostrich feather in her bonnet waved majestically. Being a brunette and Lady Theobald, she wore yellow. As she tramped up the gravel walk, she held up her dress with both hands, as an example to vulgar and reckless young people who wore trains and left them to take care of themselves. Octavia was arranging afresh the bunch of long-stemmed swaying buds at her waist, and she was giving all her attention to her task when her visitor first addressed her.

"'How do you do?' remarked her ladyship in a fine, deep voice. Miss Belinda followed her meekly. "'Octavia,' she explained, "'this is Lady Theobald, whom you will be very glad to know. She knew your father.' "'Yes,' returned my lady, years ago. He has her time to improve since then. "'How do you do?'

Octavia's limpid eyes rested serenely upon her. "'How do you do?' she said rather indifferently. "'You were from Nevada,' asked Lady Theobald. "'Yes. It is not long since you left there.' Octavia smiled faintly. "'Do I look like that?' she inquired. "'Like what?' said my lady. "'As if I had not long lived in a civilized place.

"'I dare say I do, because it is true that I haven't.' "'You don't look like an English girl,' remarked her ladyship. "'Octavia smiled again. "'She looked at the yellow feather and stout noir antique dress, "'but quite as if by accident without any mental deduction, "'then she glanced at the rosebuds in her hand. I suppose I ought to be sorry for that, she observed. I dare say I shall be in time, when I have been longer away from Nevada.

I must confess, admitted her ladyship and evidently without the least regret or embarrassment. I must confess that I don't know where Nevada is. It isn't in Europe, replied Octavia with a soft, light laugh. He know that, don't you? The words themselves sounded to Lady Theobald like the most outrageous impudence, but when she looked at the pretty love-lock shaded face, she was staggered. The look at war was such a very innocent and undisturbed one. At the moment, the only solution to be reached seemed to be that this was the style of young people in Nevada,

and that it was ignorance and not insolence she had to do battle with, which indeed was partially true. I have not had any occasion to inquire where it is situated so far, she responded firmly. It is not so necessary for English people to know America as it is for Americans to know England. Isn't it? said Octavia, without any great show of interest. Why not? For a great many reasons it would be fatiguing to explain, she answered courageously. How is your father? He's very seasick now, was the smiling answer.

Deadly seasick. He's been out just 24 hours. Out? What does that mean? Out on the Atlantic. He was called back suddenly and obliged to leave me. That is why I came here alone. Pray do come into the parlor and sit down, dear Lady Theobald, ventured Miss Belinda.

Octavia. "'Don't you think it's nicer out here?' said Octavia. "'My dear,' answered Miss Belinda. "'Lady Theobald!' She was really quite shocked. "'Ah,' interposed Octavia. "'I only thought it was cooler.' She preceded them without seeming to be at all conscious that she was taking the lead.

"'You had better pick up your dress, Miss Octavia,' said Lady Theobald rather acidly. The girl glanced over her shoulder at the length of train sweeping the path, but she made no movement toward picking it up. It is too much trouble and one has to duck down so, she said. It is bad enough to have to keep doing it when one is on the street. Besides, they would never wear out of one took too much care of them. When they went into the parlour and sat down, Lady Theobald made excellent use of her time and managed to hear again all that had tried and bewildered Miss Belinda.

She had no hesitation in asking questions boldly. She considered it her privilege to do so. She had catechized Lowbridge for 40 years and meant to maintain her rights until time played her the knave's trick of disabling. her. In half an hour she had heard about the silver mines, the gold diggers, and Lajatville, she knew that Martin Bassett was a millionaire, if the news he had heard had not left him penniless, that he would return to England and visit Slowbridge as soon as his affairs were settled. The precarious condition of his finances did not seem to cause Octavia much concern. She had asked no questions when he went away, and seemed quite at ease regarding the future.

People will always lend him money, and then he is lucky with it, she said. She bore the catechising very well. Her replies were frequently rather trying to her interlocutor, but she never seemed troubled or ashamed of anything she had to say, and she wore from first to last that inscrutably innocent and indifferent little air. She did not even show confusion when Lady Theobald, on going away, made her farewell comment. You were a very fortunate girl to own such jewels, she said, glancing critically at the diamonds in her ears.

But if you take my advice, my dear, you will put them away and save them until you are a married woman. It is not customary on this side of the water for young girls to wear such things, particularly on ordinary occasions. People would think you are odd. It is not exactly customary in America, replied Octavia, with her undisturbed smile. There are not many girls who wear such things. Perhaps they would wear them if they had them. I don't care a very great deal about them, but I mean to wear them. Lady Theobald went away in a dudgeon. You will have to exercise your authority Belinda and make her put them away, she said to Miss Bassett. It is absurd, besides being atrocious. Make her, faltered Miss Bassett. Yes, make her, though I see you will have your hands for.

I never heard such romantic stories in my life. It is just what one might expect from your brother Martin. When Miss Bassett returned, Octavia was standing before the window, watching the carriage drive away and playing absently with one of her earrings as she did so. What an old fright she is, was her first guileless remark. Miss Belinda quite bridled. My dear, she said with dignity, no one in Slowbridge would think of applying such a phrase to Lady Theobald. Octavia turned around and looked at her. But don't you think she is one? She exclaimed. Perhaps I oughtn to have said it, but you know, we haven't anything as bad as that, even out in Nevada, really. My dear, said Miss Belinda, different countries contain different people,

and in Slowbridge we have our standards, her best cap trembling little with her repressed excitement. But Octavia did not appear overwhelmed by the existence of the standards in question. She turned to the window again. Well, anyway, she said, I think it was pretty cool in her to order me to take off my diamonds and save them until I was married. How does she know whether I mean to be married or not? I don't know that I care about it. End of Chapter 4. Recorded by Shiromi Osirio. Sheromi.net. Chapter 5 of a fair barbarian. This is a liberal. This is a liberal Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org.

A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 5 Lucia In this manner, Slowbridge received the shock which shook it to its foundations, and it was a shock from which it did not recover for some time. Before 10, o'clock the next morning, everybody knew of the arrival of Martin Bassett's daughter. The very boarding school, Miss Pilcher's select seminary for young ladies, combining the comforts of a home, as the circular said, with all the advantages of genteel education, was on fire with it, highly coloured versions of the stories told, being circulated from the first class downward,

even taking the form of an Indian princess, tattooed blue, and with difficulty restrained from indulging in war-whoops, which last feature so alarmed little Miss Bigby, aged seven, that she retired in fear and trembling, and shed tears under the bedclothes. Her terror and anguish being much increased by the stirring recitals of scalping stories by pretty Miss Phipps of the first class, a young person who possessed a vividly imagination and delighted in romances of a tragic turn. I have not the slightest doubt, said Miss Phipps, that when she is at home, she lives in a wampum. What is a wampum? inquired one of her admiring audience. A tent, replied Miss Phipps, with some impatience.

I should think any goose would know that. It's a kind of tent hung with scalps and moccasins and lariots and things of that sort. i don't believe that is the right name for it put in miss smith who is a pert member of the third class ah commented miss phipps that was miss smith who spoke of course we may always expect information from miss smith i trust that i may be allowed to say that i think i have a brother he doesn't know much about it if he calls a wigwam a wampum interposed miss smith with still greater pertness i have a brother who knows better than that if i am only in the third class for a moment miss phipps appeared to be meditating perhaps she was a trifle discomfited but she recovered herself after a brief pause and returned to the charge well she remarked perhaps it is a wigwam who cares if it is and at any rate whatever it is i haven't the slightest doubt that she lives in one this comparatively tame version was however entirely discarded when the diamonds and silver mines began to figure more largely in the reports certainly pretty over-dressed jewel bedecked octavia gave slowbridge abundant cause for excitement after leaving her lady theobald drove home to oldclough hall rather out of humour she had been rather out of humour for some time having never quite recovered from her anger at the daring of that cheerful builder of mills mr john bermiston

mr bermiston had been one innovation and octavia bassett was another she had not been able to manage mr bermiston and she was not at all sure that she had not at all sure that she had been able to manage mr bermiston and she was not at all sure that she had been a man. managed Octavia Bassett. She entered the dining-room with an ominous frown on her forehead. At the end of the table, opposite her own seat, was a vacant chair, and her frown deepened when she saw it. Where is Miss Gaston? she demanded of the servant. Before the man had time to reply, the door opened and a girl came in hurriedly, with a somewhat frightened air. I beg pardon, grandmamma dear, she said, going to her seat quickly, I did not know you'd come home. We have a dinner hour announced her ladyship, and I do not disregard it. I'm very sorry, faltered the culprit. That is enough, Lucia, interrupted Lady Theobald,

and Lucia dropped her eyes and began to eat her soup with nervous haste. In fact, she was glad to escape so easily. She was a very pretty. creature, with brown eyes, a soft white skin, and a slight figure with a reed-like grace. A great quantity of brown hair was twisted into an ugly coil on the top of her delicate little head, and she wore an ugly muslin gown of Miss Chickie's make, for some time the meal progressed in dead silence, but at length Lucia ventured to raise her eyes. "'I've been walking in Slowbridge, Grandmama,' she said, and I met Mr. Burmiston, who told me that Miss Bassett has a visitor, a young lady from America.

Lady Theobald laid her knife and forked down deliberately. Mr. Bermiston, she said. Did I understand you to say that you stopped on the roadside to converse with Mr. Bermiston? Leccia coloured up to her delicate eyebrows and above them. I was trying to reach a flower growing on the bank, she said, and he was so kind as to stop to get it for me. i did not know he was near at first and then he inquired how you were and told me he had just heard about the young lady naturally remarked her ladyship sardonically it is as i anticipated it would be we shall find mr bermiston at our elbows upon all occasions and he will not allow himself to be easily driven away he is as determined as persons of his class usually are

oh grand mamma protested lucia with innocent fervour i really do not think he is like that at all i could not help thinking he was very gentlemanly and kind he was so much interested in your school and so anxious that it should prosper may i ask inquired lady theobald how long a time this generous expression of his sentiments occupied was this the reason for your forgiveness getting the dinner hour. We did not, Lucia guiltily. It did not take many minutes. I do not think that made me late. Lady Theobald dismissed this paltry excuse with one remark,

a remark made in the deep tones referred to once before. I should scarcely have expected, she observed, that a granddaughter of mine would have spent half an hour conversing on the public road with the proprietor of Slowbridge Mills. Oh, Grand Mama! exclaimed Lucia, the tears rising in her eyes. It was not half an hour. I should scarcely have expected, replied her ladyship, that a granddaughter of mine would have spent five minutes conversing on the public road with the proprietor of Slowbridge Mills. To this assault there seemed to be no reply to make.

Lady Theobald had her granddaughter under excellent control. Under her rigorous rule, the girl, whose mother had died at her birth, had been brought up. At 19 she was simple, sensitive, shy. She had been permitted to have no companions, and the greatest excitements of her life had been the Slowbridge tea parties. Of the late Sir Gilbert Theobald, the less said the better. He had spent very little of his married life at Old Cloughborough. hall, and upon his death his widow had found herself possessed of a substantial gloomy mansion,

an exalted position in Slowbridge Society, and a small marriage settlement, upon which she might make all the efforts she chose to sustain her state. So Lucia wore her dresses a much longer time than any other Slowbridge young lady, and she was obliged to mend her little gloves again and again, and her hats were retrimmed so often that even Slowbridge thought them old-fashioned. But she was too simple and sweet-natured to be much troubled, and indeed thought very little about the matter. She was only troubled when Lady Theobald scolded her,

which was by no means infrequently. Perhaps the straits to which, at times, her ladyship was put to maintain her dignity, embittered her somewhat. Luchia is neither a Theobald nor a barrel, she had been heard to say once, and she had said it with much rigour. A subject of much conversation in private circles had been Lucia's future. It had been discussed in whispers since her 17th year, but no one had seemed to approach any solution of the difficulty. Upon the subject of her plans for her granddaughter, Lady Theobald had preserved stern silence, once and once only she had allowed herself to be betrayed into the expression of a sentiment connected with the matter if miss lucia marries a matron of reckless proclivities had remarked

lady theobald turned upon her slowly and majestically if miss gaston marries she repeated does it seem likely that miss gaston will not marry this settled the matter finally lucia was to be married when lady theobald thought fit so far however she had not thought fit indeed there had been nobody for lucia to marry nobody whom her grandmother would have allowed her to marry at least there were very few young men in slowbridge and the very few were scarcely eligible according to lady theobald's standard and if such a thing should be mentioned to lucia's if she had known she had one which she certainly did not. End of Chapter 5. Recording by Jenny Towen, Blake's entrance, Australia. Chapter 6 of a Fair Barbarian.

This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Ted Newton's, A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett Chapter 6 Accidental. When dinner was over, Lady Theobald rose and proceeded to the drawing room, Lucia following in her wake. From her very babyhood, Lucia had disliked the drawing room,

which was an imposing apartment of great length and height, containing much massive furniture upholstered in fat blue satin. All the girls' evening since her fifth year had been spent sitting opposite her grandmother in one of the strategies of the blue chairs. All the most scathing reproof she had received had been administered to her at such times. She had a secret theory indeed.

that all unpleasant things occurred in the drawing room after dinner. Just as they had seated themselves, and Lady Theobald was on the point of drawing toward her the little basket, containing the grey golden mittens she made a duty of employing herself by knitting each evening. Dobson, the coachman, in his character of footmen, threw open the door and announced the visitor. Captain Barrowed. Lady Theobone dropped her grey mitten,

the steel needles falling upon the table with a clink. She rose to her feet at once and met halfway the young man who had entered. My dear Francis, she remarked, I am exceedingly glad to see you at last, with a slight emphasis upon the at last. Thanks, said Captain Barrett, rather languidly. You are very good, I'm sure. Then he glanced at Lucia, and Lady Theobald addressed her.

Lucia, she said, this is Francis Barrett. who is your cousin? Captain Barreld shook hands fearably. I have been trying to find out, whether it is third or fourth. This is third, said my lady. Lucia had never seen her display such cordiality to anybody, but Captain Francis Barrel did not seem much impressed by it.

It struck Lucia that he would not be likely to be impressed by anything. He seated himself near her grandmother's chair and proceeded to explain his presence on the spot without exhibiting much interest even in his own relation of facts. I promised the raspbuns that I would spend a week at their place and slow rituals on the way So it occurred to me I would drop off in passing. The Rasmund's Place, Broad Oaks, is about ten miles further on. Not far, you see. Then, said Lady Theobald,

I aim to understand that your visit is accidental. Captain Barron was not embarrassed. He did not attempt to avoid her ladyship's rather stern-night, as he made his cool reply. Well, yes, he said, I beg pardon, but it is accidental, rather. Lucia gave him a pretty frightened look, as if she felt that after such a noadacious confession, something very serious must happen.

But nothing serious happened at all. Singularly enough, it was Lady Theobald herself who looked ill at this and thus though she had not been prepared for such a contingency. During the whole of the evening, in fact, it was always Lady Theobald who was placed at a disadvantage, Lucia discovered. She could hardly realize the fact that first, but before an hour had passed, its truth was forced upon her. her. Captain Barrow was a very striking-looking man upon the hole. He was large, gracefully built and fair. His eyes were gray and noticeable for the callness of

their expression. His features regular and aqua-line, his movements lazily. As he conversed with her grandmother, Lucia wondered at him privately. It seemed to her innocent mind that he had been everywhere and seen everything and everybody without caring for or enjoying his privileges. The truth was that he had seen and experienced the great deal too much. As an only giant, the urge to a large poverty and a perspective to one of the oldest titles in the country. He had exhausted life early. He saw in Lady Theobald, not the imposing head and social front of Sloughbridge social life,

the power who rewarded with approval and punished with a frown, but a tiresome, pretentious old woman whom his mother had asked him, for some feminine reason to visit. She feels she had acclaimed upon us, Francis. She had said appealingly, well, he remarked, that is rather used, cool, isn't it? We have people enough on our hands

without cultivating slowbridge, you know? His mother sighed faintly. It is true we have great many people to concede, But I wish she would do it, my dear. She did not say anything at all about Lucia. Above all, she did not mention that a year ago, she herself had spent two or three days at Slowbridge and had been charmed beyond measure by the girl's innocent freshness,

and that she had said rather absently to Lady Theobald. What a charming wife Lucia would make for a man, to whom gentleness and a yielding disposition were necessary. We do not find such girls in society nowadays, my dear Lady Theobald. It is very difficult of late years to find a girl who is not spoken of as fast, and who is not disposed to take the reins in her own hands. Our young men are flattered and courted until they become a little dictatorian. And our girls are spoined at home. And the result is a great deal of domestic unhappiness afterward.

And even a great deal of scandal which is dreadful to contemplate. I cannot help feeling the greatest anxiety in secret concerning Francis. Young men so send them consider this matters until it is too late. Girls are not trained as they wore in my young days, or even in yours, said Lady Theobald. They are allowed too much liberty. Lucia had been brought up immediately under my own arms. I feel that it is fortunate, remarked Mrs. Barretted quite incidentally, that Francis need not make a point of money. For a few moments, Lady Theobald did not respond, but afterward, in the course of the conversation which followed, she made an observation, which was, of course, purely accidental.

If Lucia makes a marriage which pleases her great uncle, old Mr. Dugal Binie of Glasgow, she will be a very fortunate girl. He has intimated in his eccentric fashion that his immense fortune will either be hers or will be spent in building charitable asylums of various coins. He is a remarkable and singular man. When Captain Barrel had entered his distinguished relative's drawing room, he had not regarded his third cousin with a very great deal of interest. He has seen too many beauties in his 30 years to be greatly moved by the sight of one, and here was only a girl who had soft eye and looked young for her age, and who were an ugly mother. gown that most girls could not have carried off at all you have spent the greater part

of your life in slowbridge he condescended to say in the course of the evening i have lived here always lucia answered i have never been away more than a week at a time ah interrogatively i hope you have not found it dull no smiling a little little, not very. You see, I have known nothing gayer. There is society enough of a harmless coin here, spoke of Lady Theobald virtuously. I do not to approve of a round of gaieties for young people. It unfits them for the duties of life. But Captain Baron was not as favorably impressed by these remarks as might have been anticipated. What an old fool she is was his polite inward comment, and he resolved at once

to make his visit as brief as possible and not to be induced to run down again during his stay odd products. He did not even take the trouble to appear to enjoy his evening. From his earliest infancy, he had always found it easier to please himself than to please other people. In fact, the world had devoted itself to endeavoring to please him and win his toleration, we may say, instead of admiration, since it could not hope for the latter. At home, he had been adored rapturously by a large circle of perfectionate male and female relatives. At school, his tutors had been singularly indulgent of his faults and admiring of his talents.

Even among his fellow pupils, he had been a sort of autocrat. Why not, indeed, with such birthrights and such prospects. When he had entered society, he had met with even more amiable treatment. from affectionate mothers, from innocent daughters, from cultural paternal parents, who voted him an exceedingly fine fellow. Why should he bore himself by taking the trouble to seem pleased by a stupid evening with an old grenadier in petticoat and a badly dressed country girl? Lucia was very glad when, in answer to a timidly appealing glance, Lady Theobald said, It is half-past ten, you may wish us good-night, Lucia. Lucia obeyed as if she had been half-past-tened herself, instead of nearly twenty, and Barrowd was not long in following her example.

Dobson led him to a steadily chamber at the top of the staircase and left him there. The captain chose the largest and most luxurious chair, sat down in it and lighted a cigar at his laser. Confoundedly stupid hoar, he said, with a refined vigor one would scarcely have expected from an individual of his birth and breeding. I shall live tomorrow, of course. What was my mother thinking of? Stupid business from first to last.

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I should like to see more of Slowbridge When he announced at breakfast his intention of taking his departure on the midday train Lucia wondered again what would happen And again to her relief, Lady Theobald was astonishingly lenient As your friends expect you, of course we cannot overrule them, she said We will however hope to see something of you during your stay at Broad Oaks, it will be very easy for you to run down and give us a few hours now and then. Thanks, said Captain Barreld. He was decently civil, if not enthusiastic, during the few

remaining hours of his stay. He sauntered through the grounds with Lucia, who took charge of him in obedience to her grandmother's wish. He did not find her particularly troublesome when she was away from her ladyship's side. When she came out to him in her simple cotton gown and strong or hat, it occurred to him that she was much prettier than he had thought her at first. For economical reasons, she had made the little morning dress herself, without the slightest regard for the designs of Miss Chicky, and as it was not trimmed at all, and had only a black velvet ribbon at the waist, there was nothing to place her a charming figure at a disadvantage. It could not be said that her shyness and simplicity delighted Captain Barreld,

but at least they did not displease him, and this was really as much as could be expected. She does not expect a fellow to exert himself at all events, was his inward comment, and he did not exert himself. But when on the point of taking his departure, he went so far as to make a very gracious remark to her, I hope we shall have the pleasure of seeing you in London for a season before very long. He said, my mother will have great pleasure in taking charge of you, if Lady Theobald cannot be induced to leave Slowbridge. "'Lucciar never goes from home alone,' said Lady Theobald,

"'but I should certainly be obliged to call upon your mother "'for her good officers, in the case of our spending a season in London, "'I am too old a woman to alter my mode of life altogether. "'In obedience to her ladyship's orders, "'the venerable Landau was brought to the door, "'and the two ladies drove to the station with him. It was during this drive that a very curious incident occurred, an incident to which, perhaps, this story owes its existence, since, if it had not taken place, there might, very possibly,

have been no events of a stirring nature to Chronicle. Just as Dobson drove rather slowly up the part of High Street, distinguished by the presence of Miss Belinda Bassett's house, Captain Barreld suddenly appeared to be attracted by some figure he discovered in the garden, appertaining to that modest structure. By Jove, he exclaimed in an undertone, There is Miss Octavia. For the moment he was almost roused to a display of interest. A faint smile lighted his face

and his cold, handsome eyes slightly brightened. Lady Theobald sat bolt upright. That is Miss Bassett's niece from America, she said. Do I understand you know her? Captain Barrell turned to confront her, evidently annoyed at having allowed a surprise to get the better of him, all expression died out of his face. I travelled with her from Framwich to Samford, he said. I suppose we should have reached Slowbridge together, but that I dropped off at Stamford to get a newspaper, and the train left me behind.

Oh, Grand Mama, exclaimed Lucia, who had turned to look, how very pretty she is. Miss Octavia certainly was amazingly so this morning. She was standing by Rose, bush again and was dressed in a Kashmir morning robe of the finest texture and the faintest pink. It had a wotto plait down the back, jabot of lace down the front, and the close high frills of lace around the throat, which seemed to be a weakness with her. Her hair was dressed high upon her head and showed to advantage her little ears and as much of her slim white neck as the frills did not conceal. But Lady Theobald did not share Lucille. enthusiasm. She looks like an actress, she said. If the trees were painted canvas and the roses

artificial, one might have some patience with her. That kind of thing is scarcely what we expect in Slowbridge. Then she turned to Beryld. I had the pleasure of meeting her yesterday. Not long after she arrived, she said. She had diamonds in her ears as big as peas and rings to match. Her manner is just what one might expect from a young woman brought up among gold diggers, and silver miners. It struck me as being a very unique and interesting manner, said Captain Barreld. It is chiefly noticeable for a sang Freud which might be regarded as rather enviable. She was good enough to tell me all about her papa and the silver mines, and I really found the conversation entertaining. It is scarcely customary for English young women to confide

in their masculine travelling companions to such an extent, remarked, my lady grimly. "'She did not confide in me at all,' said Beryl. "'Therein lay her attraction. "'One cannot submit to being confided in "'by a strange young woman, however charming. "'This young lady's remarks were flavoured solely "'with an adorably cool candour. "'She evidently did not desire to appeal any emotion whatever.

"'And as he leaned back in his seat, "'he still looked at the picturesque figure "'which they had passed, "'as if he would not have been sorry to see it turn its head toward him. In fact, it seemed that, notwithstanding his usual good fortune, Captain Beryl was doomed this morning to make remarks of a nature objectionable to his revered relation.

On their way they passed Mr. Barmerston's mill, which was at work in all its vigour with a whir and buzz of machinery, and a slight odour of oil in its surrounding atmosphere. Ah, said Mr. Beryl, putting his single eyeglass into, his eye and scanning it after the manner of experts. I did not think you had anything of that sort here. Who put it up? The man's name, replied Lady Theobald severely, is Burmiston. Pretty good idea, isn't it? remarked Barreld. Good for the place and all that sort of thing, to my mind. To my mind, answered my lady, it is the worst possible thing which could have happened.

Mr Francis barreled, dropped his eyeglass dexterously, and at once slapped into his normal condition, which was a condition by no means favourable to argument. Think so, he said slowly? Pity, isn't it, under the circumstances? And really, there was nothing at all for her ladyship to do but preserve a lofty silence. She'd scarcely recovered herself when they reached the station, and it was necessary to say farewell as complacently as potter. possible. We will hope to see you again before many days, she said with dignity, if not with warmth.

Mr. Francis Barreld was silent for a second, and a slightly reflective expression flitted across his face. Thanks, yes, he said at last. Certainly it is easy to come down, and I should like to see more of Slowbridge. When the train had puffed in and out of the station, and Dobson was driving down High Street again, her ladyship's feeling, rather got the better of her. If Belinda Bassett is a wise woman, she remarked, she will take my advice and get rid of this young lady as soon as possible. It appears to me, she continued, with exalted piety,

that every well-trained English girl has reason to thank her maker that she was born in a civilised land. Perhaps, suggested Lucia softly, Miss Octavia Bassett has had no one to train her at all, and it may be that, that she even fills it deeply. The feathers in her ladyship's bonnet trembled. She does not feel it at all, she announced. She is an impertinent minks.

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There were others who echoed her ladyship's words afterward, though they echoed them privately and with more caution than my lady felt necessary. It is certain that Miss Octavia Bassett did not improve as time progressed, and she had enlarged opportunities for studying the noble example set before her by Slowbridge. On his arrival in New York, Martin Bassett telegraphed to his daughter and sister per Atlantic cable, informing them that he might be detained a couple of months, and bidding them to be of good chair.

The arrival of the message in its official envelope so alarmed Miss Belinda that she was supported by Marianne, but it was read to her by Octavia, who received it without any surprise whatever. For some time after its completion, Slobridge had privately disbelieved in the Atlantic cable, and until this occasion had certainly disbelieved in the existence of people who received messages through it. In fact, on first finding that she was the recipient to such a message, Miss Belinda had made immediate preparations for fading quietly away, being fully convinced that the shipwreck had occurred, which it resulted in a brother's death, and that his executors had chosen this delicate method of breaking the news.

A message by Atlantic cable, she gasped. Don't, don't read it, my love. Let, let someone else do that, poor, poor child. "'Trust in Providence, my love, and—and bear up. "'Ah, how I wish I had a stronger mind and could be of more service to you.' "'It is a message from my father,' said Octavia. "'Nothing is to matter. He's all right.' "'He got in on Saturday.' "'Ah,' panted Miss Belinda.

"'Are you quite sure, my dear? Are you quite sure?' "'That's what he says. Listen. "'Got in Saturday. Piper met me. "'Share's looking up. "'May be kept here two months. "'We'll write keep up your spirits, Martin Bassett. "'Thank half an sight, Miss Belinda. "'Thank Heaven,' said Miss Belinda.

"'Why?' said Octavia. "'Why?' echoed Miss Belinda. "'Ah, my dear, if you knew how terrified I was, "'I felt sure that something had happened. "'A cable message, my dear. "'I never received a telegram in my life before, "'and to receive a cable message was really a... "'Shock!'

"'Well, I don't see why,' said Octavia. "'It seems to me it's pretty much like any other message.' Miss Belinda regarded her timidly. "'Does your papa often send them?' she acquired. "'Surely it must be expensive.' "'I don't suppose it's cheap,' Octavia replied. "'But it saves time and worry. "'I should have to wait twelve days for a letter.'

"'Very true,' said Miss Belinda, but she broke off with rather a distressed shake of the head. Her simple ideas of economy and quiet living were frequently upset in these times. She had begun to regard her knees with a slight feeling of awe, and yet Octavia had not been doing anything at all remarkable in her own eyes,

and considered her life pretty dull. If the elder Miss Bassett, her parents and grandparents, had not been so thoroughly well known and so universally respected, it. If their social position had not been so firmly established and their quiet life is not quite so highly respectable, there is an awful possibility that Slowbridge might even have gone so far as not to ask Octavia out a tea at all. But even Lady Theobald felt that it would

not do to slide Belinda Bassett's knees and guest. To omit the customary state teas would have been to crush the innocent Miss Belinda to blow, and plays her through the medium of this young lady, alone deserved condemnation, beyond the pale of all social law. "'It is only to be regretted,' said her ladyship, "'that Belinda Bassett has not arranged things better. "'Relatives of such an order are certainly to be deplored.' "'In secret, Lucia felt much soft-hearted sympathy "'for both Miss Bassett and her guest.

"'She could not help wondering how Miss Belinda became responsible "'for the calamity which had fallen upon her. "'It really did not seem probable "'that she had been previously concerned, as to the kind of niece she desired, or that she had in a distinct manner evinced preference for a niece of this description. Perhaps, dear Grandmama, the girl ventured, it is because Miss Octavia Bassett is so young that, may I ask, inquired Lady Theobald in Feldholmes, how old you are?

I was nineteen in December. Miss Octavia Bassett, said her ladyship, was nineteen last October. And it is now June. I have not yet found it necessary to apologise for you on the score of youth. But it was a ladyship who took the initiative, and set an evening for entertaining Miss Belinda and her niece, in company with several other ladies, with the best bohe, thin bread and butter, plum-cake, and various other delicacies.

What do they do at such places? asked Octavia. Half-past five is pretty early. We spend some time at the tea-tacet. table, my dear, explained Miss Belinda. And afterwards we—we converse. A few fuss-play whist? I do not. I feel as if I were not clever enough, and I get flurry too easily by—by differences of opinion. I should think it wasn't very exciting, said Octavia. I don't fancy I ever went to an entertainment where they did nothing but drink tea and talk. It is not our intention or desire to be exciting, my dear, Miss Belinda replied with mild dignity.

and an improving conversation is frequently most beneficial to the parties engaged in it. I'm afraid, Octavia, observed that I never heard much improving conversation. She was really no fonder of masculine society than a generality of girls, but she could not help wondering if there would be any young men present, and if indeed there were any young men in Slowbridge who might possibly be produced upon festifications, even though ordinarily kept in the background. She had not heard Miss Belinda mention any masculine name so far, but that of the Curate of St. James's,

and, when she had seen him past the house, she had not found his slim black figure and faint ecclesiastic whiskers is especially interesting. It must be confessed that Miss Belinda suffered many pangs of anxiety and looking forward to a young kidswoman's first appearance in society. A tea at Lady Theobald's house constituted formal presentation to the Slowbridge world. Each young lady was in the pale of genteel society,

having arrived at years of discretion on returning home from boarding school, was invited to tea at Altclough Hall. During an entire evening, she was the subject of watchful criticism. Her deportment was remarked, her accomplishments displayed. She performed her last new pieces upon the piano.

She was drawn into conversation by her hostess, and upon the timid, modesty of her replies and the reference of her listening attitudes depended her future social status. So it was very natural indeed that Miss Belinda should be anxious. I would wear something rather quiet and simple, my dear Octavia, she said, a white muslin, perhaps, with blue ribbons. Would you? answered Octavia, then, after appearing to reflect upon the matter a few seconds,

I've got one that would do, if it's warm and it's warm. enough to wear it. I bought it to New York, but it came from Paris. I've never worn it yet. It would be nicer than anything else, my love, said Miss Belinda, delighted to find a difficulty so easily disposed of. Nothing is so charming in the dress of a young girl as pure simplicity. Our Slobricht young ladies rarely wear anything but white for her evening. Miss Chickie assured me a few weeks ago that she had made fifteen white muslin dresses, all after one simple design of her own. "'I shouldn't think that was particularly nice myself,' remarked Octavia, impartially. "'I should be glad one of the fifteen didn't belong to me.

"'I should feel as if people might say when I came into a room, "'good gracious, there's another.' "'The first was made for Miss Lucia Gaston, "'who is Lady Theobald's niece,' replied Miss Belinda mildly, "'and there are very few young ladies in Slowbridge who would not emulate her example. "'Oh,' said Octavia, "'I dare say she is very nice and all that. but I don't believe I should care to copy addresses.

I think I should draw the line there. But she said it without any ill nature, and sensitive as Miss Belinda was upon the subject of her cherished ideals, she could not take offence. When the eventful evening arrived, there was excitement in more than one establishment upon High Street, and the streets in its vicinity. The stories of the diamonds, the gold-diggers, and the siltful mines,

had been added to and embellished, in the most ornate and startling manner. It was well known that only Lady Theobald's fine appreciation of Miss Belinda Bassett's feelings had induced it to extend her hospitality to that lady's niece. I would prefer, my dear, set more than one discreet matron to her daughter as they attire themselves. I would much prefer that you would remain near me during the earlier part of the evening, before we know how this young lady may turn out. Let your manner toward her be kind, but not familiar. It is well to be upon the safe side.

What precise line of conduct, it was generally anticipated, that this gold-digging and silver-mining young person would adopt, it would be difficult to say. It is sufficient that the general sentiments regarding her were of distrustful, if not timorous nature. To Miss Bassett, who felt all this in the very air she breathed, the girl's innocence of the condition of affairs was even a little touching. With all her splendour, she was not at all hard to please,

and had quite awakened to an interest in the impeding social event. She seemed in good spirits, and talked more than was accustomed, giving Miss Belinda graphic descriptions of various festal gatherings she had attended in New York when she seemed to have been very gay indeed, and to have worn very beautiful dresses, and also to have had rather more than a share of partners. The phrase she used and the dancers she described were all strange to Miss Belinda, intended to reducing her to a bewildered condition,

in which she felt much timid amazement at the entropidity of the New York Young ladies, and no slight suspicion of the German as a theatrical kind of dance, involving extraordinary figures and an extraordinary amount of attention from partners of the stronger sex. it must be admitted however that by this time notwithstanding the various shocks she had received miss belinda had begun to discover in her young guest diverse good qualities which appeal to her affectionate and susceptible old heart in the first place the girl had no small affectations indeed if she had been less unaffected she might have been less subject to severe comment she was good-natured and generous to extravagance her man to watch Marianne never ceased to arouse Miss Belinda to interest. There was not any condescension whatever in it, and yet it could not be called a vulgarly familiar manner.

It was rather an astonishingly simple manner, somehow suggestive of a subtle recognition of Marianne's youth and ill-luck in not having before her more lively prospects. She gave Marianne presence in the shape of articles of clothing, at which Slobricht would have exclaimed in her, horror if the recipient had dared to wear them. But, when Miss Belinda expressed her regret at these indiscretions, Octavia was quite willing to rectify her mistakes. Oh well, she said, I can give her some money, and she can buy some things for herself, which she proceeded to do.

And when, under her mistress's direction, Marianne purchased a stout brown merino, She took quite an interest in her struggles at making it. I wouldn't make it so short in a waist and so full in the skirt if I were you, she said. There's no reason why it shouldn't fit, you know, thereby winning the housemaidens' undying adoration, and adding much to the shapeliness of the garment. I'm sure she has a good heart, Miss Belinda said to herself, as the days went by. She's like Martin in that. I dare say she finds me very ignorant and silly.

I often see in her face that she's unable to understand my feeling about things. But she never seems to laugh at me, nor think of me unkindly. And she is very, very pretty, though perhaps I ought not to think of that at all. End of Shares Looking Up, Recording by Sushondarat. Chapter 9 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. More information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org.

Recording by Amanda Friday. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 9. White Muslin As the good little spinster was arraying herself on this particular evening, having laid upon the bed the greater portion of her modest splendor, she went to her wardrobe and took therefrom the scored bandbox containing her best cap. All the ladies of Slowbridge wore caps. and all being respectfully plagiarized from Lady Theobald, without any reference to age, size, complexion, or demeanor,

the result was sometimes a little trying. Lady Theobald's headdresses were of a severe and bristling order, the lace of which they were composed, was induced by some ingenious device to form itself into aggressive quillings. The bows seemed line with buckram. The strings neither floated nor fluttered. To a majestic person the style is very appropriate, it, Miss Belinda had said to Octavia that very day, but to one who is not so, it is rather trying.

Sometimes, indeed, I have almost wished that Miss Chicky would vary a little more in her designs. Perhaps the sight of the various articles contained in two of the five trunks had inspired these doubts in the dear old lady's breast. It is certain, at least, that as she took the best cap up, a faint sigh fluttered upon her lips. It is very large for a small person, she said, and I am not at all sure that Amber is becoming to me. And just at that moment there came a tap at the door, which she knew was from Octavia. She laid the cat back, in some confusion at being surprised in a moment of weakness. Come in, my love, she said.

Octavia pushed the door open and came in. She had not dressed yet, and had on her wrapper and slippers, which were both of quilted gray silk, gaily embroidered with carnations. But Miss Belinda had seen both wrapper and slippers before, and had become used to their sumptuousness. What she had not seen was the trifle the girl held in her hand. See here, she said, see what I have been making for you. She looked quite elated and laughed triumphantly.

I did not know I could do it until I tried, she said. I had seen some in New York, and I had the lace by me, and I have enough left to make ruffles for your neck and wrists. It's Mecklin. My dear, exclaimed Miss Belinda. My dear! Octavia laughed again. "'Don't you know what it is?' she said.

"'It isn't like a slowbridge cap, but it's a cap nevertheless. "'They wear them like this in New York, and I think they are ever so much prettier. "'It was true that it was not like a slow bridge cap, "'and was also true that it was prettier. "'It was a delicate affair of softly-quilled lace, "'adorned here and there with loops of pale satin ribbon. "'Let me try it on,' said Octavia, advancing, "'and in a minute she had done so,

"'and turned Miss Beset about to face herself in the glass. "'There,' she said, "'isn't that better than—well, than emulating Lady Theobald?' "'It was so pretty and so becoming, "'and Miss Belinda was so touched by the girl's innocent enjoyment "'that the tears came into her eyes. "'My, my love,' she faltered, "'it is so beautiful and so expensive that,

"'though indeed I don't know how to thank you, "'I am afraid I should not dare to wear it.' "'Oh,' answered Octavia, "'that's nonsense, you know. "'I'm sure there's no reason why people should, didn't wear becoming things. Besides, I should be awfully disappointed. I didn't think I could make it, and I'm real proud of it. You don't know how becoming it is. Miss Belinda looked at her reflection and faltered. It was becoming. My love, she protested faintly. Real Mecklin. There is really no such

lace in Slowbridge. All the better, said Octavia cheerfully. I'm glad to hear that. It isn't one bit too nice for you. To Miss Belinda's astonishment, she drew a step nearer to her and gave one of the satin loops a queer caressing little touch, which actually seemed to mean something. And then suddenly the girl stooped with a little laugh and gave her aunt a light kiss on her cheek. There, she said, you must take it from me for a present. I'll go and make the ruffles this minute, and you must wear those too, and let people see how stylish you can be. And without giving Miss Beset time to speak, she ran out of the room and left the dear old lady warm to the heart, tearful, delighted, frightened.

A coach from the Blue Line had been ordered to present itself at a quarter past five promptly, and at the time specified it rattled up to the door with much spirit, with so much spirit indeed that Miss Belinda was a little alarmed. "'Dear, dear,' she said, "'I hope the driver will be able to control the horse "'and will not allow him to go too fast. "'One hears of such terrible accidents.' Then Marianne was sent to announce the arrival of the equipage to Miss Octavia,

and having performed the errand, came back beaming with smiles. "'Oh, mum!' she exclaimed. "'You never see nothing like her. "'Her gown is evinly. "'In lore! "'How you do look yourself, to be sure!' "'Indeed, the lace ruffles on her best black silk "'and the little cap on her smooth hair

"'had done a great deal for Miss Beset, "'and she had only just been reproaching herself "'for her vanity in recognizing this fact. "'But Marianne's words awakened a new train of thought. "'Is Miss Octavia's dress a showy one, Marianne?' she inquired. "'Dear me, me, I do hope it is not a showy dress. I never see nothing no elegant her, mum, said Marianne.

She wants nothing but a veil to make a bride out of her and a becoming her thing she never has wore. They heard the soft sweep of skirts at that moment, and Octavia came in. There, she said, stopping when she had reached the middle of the room. Is that simple enough? Miss Belinda could only look at her helplessly. The white muslin was composed almost entirely of Valencian lace.

The blue ribbons were embroidered with field daisies, the air of delicate elaborateness about the whole was something which her innocent mind could not have believed possible in orthodox white and blue. I don't think I could call it exactly simple, she said. My love, what a quantity of lace!

Octavia glanced down at her zabos and furls complacently. There is a good deal of it, she remarked. But then, it is nice, and one can stand a good deal of nice Valencian on white. They said Worth made the dress. I hope he did. It cost enough. The ribbon was embroidered by hand, I suppose.

and there is plenty of it cut up into these bows. There was no more to be said. Miss Belinda led the way to the coach, which they entered under the admiring or critical eyes of several most respectable families, who had been lying in wait behind their window curtains since they had been summoned there by the sound of the wheels. As the vehicle rattled past the boarding school,

all the young ladies in the first class rushed to the window. They were rewarded for their zeal by a glimpse of a cloud of muslin and lace, a charmingly dressed yellow-brown head, and a pretty face, whose eyes favored them with a frank stare of interest. She had diamonds in her ears, cried Miss Phipps, wildly excited. I saw them flash.

Ah, how I should like to see her without her raps! I have no doubt she is a perfect blaze. End of Chapter 9. Recording by Amanda Friday. Chapter 10 of a fair barbarian. This is a Librivox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

recording by Nigel Boydell A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett Chapter 10 Announcing Mr Barreld Lady Theobald's invited guests sat in the faded blue drawing room waiting Everybody had been unusually prompt Perhaps because everybody wished to be on the

ground in time to see Miss Octavia Bassett make her entrance. I shall think it would be rather a trial even to such a girl as she is said to be, remarked one matron. It is but natural that she shall feel that Lady Theobal will regard her rather critically, and that she should know that American manners will hardly be the thing for a genteel and conservative English country town. We saw her a few days ago, said Luce. who chanced to hear this speech, and she is very pretty. I think I never saw anyone so very pretty. But in quite a theatrical way I think, my dear, the matron replied, in a tone of gentle correction.

I have seen so few theatrical people, Lucia answers sweetly, that I scarcely know what the theatrical way is, dear Miss Burnham. Her dress was very beautiful, but not like we were in Slowbridge, but she seemed to be very very very very bright and pretty in a way quite new to me, and so just a little odd. I have heard that her dress is most extravagant and wasteful, put in Miss Pilcher, whose educational position entitled her to the condescending respect of a patroness's. She has lace on her morning gowns which, Miss Bassett and Miss Octavia Bassett, announced Dobson, throwing open the door. Lady Theobald rose from her seat, a slight rustle,

made itself heard through the company as the ladies all turned towards the entrance, and, after they had so turned, there were evidences of a positive thrill. Before the eyes of all, Belinda Bassett advanced with rich ruffles of Mashlin at her neck and wrists. With a delicate and distinctly novel cap upon her head, her niece following her with an unabashed face, twenty pounds worth of lace on her dress, and unmistakable diamonds in her little ears. "'There is not a shadow of timidity about her,' cried Miss Burnham under her breath. "'This is actual boldness!'

"'But this was a very severe term to use, "'notwithstanding that it was born of righteous indignation. "'It was not boldness at all. "'It was only the serenity of a young person "'who was quite unconscious that there was anything to fear "'in the rather unimposing party before her. Octavia was accustomed to entering rooms full of strangers. She had spent several years of a life in hotels, whereas she had been stared out of countenance

by a few score new people every day. She was even used to being, in some sort, a young person of note. It was nothing unusual for her to know that she was being pointed out. That pretty blonde, she often heard it say, is Martin Bassett's daughter, sharp fellow Bassett and lucky fellow too, more money than he can count. So she was not at all frightened when she walked him behind Belinda. She glanced about cheerfully, and, catching sight of Lucia, smiled at her as she advanced up the room.

The call of state Lady Theobo had made with her granddaughter had been a very brief one. But Octavia had taken a decided fancy to Lucia, and she was glad to see her again. to see you Belinda, said her ladyship's shaking gowns, and you also Miss Octavia. Thank you, responded Octavia. You are very kind, Miss Belinda murmured gratefully. I hope you are both well, said Lady Theobald, with majestic condescension and intones to be heard all over the room. Quite well, thank you, murmured Belinda again. Very well indeed, rather as if this fortunate state of affairs was the result of their ladyship's kind intervention. with their fates. She felt rather conscious of being the center of observation

and rather overpowered by the novelty of her attire, which was plainly creating a sensation. Octavia, however, who was far more looked at, was entirely oblivious of the painful prominence of her position. She remained standing in the middle of the room, talking to Lucia, who had approached to greet her. She was so much taller than Lucia, that she looked very tall indeed, by contrast.

and also very wonderfully dressed. Lucia's white muslin was one of Miss Chickies 15 and was in a gentle way very suggestive of Slowbridge. Suspended from Octavia's waist by a long loop of embroidered ribbon was a little round fan of downy pale blue feathers and with this she played as she talked. But Lucia, having nothing to play with, could only stand with her little hands hanging at her sides.

i've never been to an afternoon tea like this before octavia said it's nothing like a kettle drum i'm not sure that i know what a kettle drum is lucya answered they have them in london i think but i've never been to london they have them in new york said octavia and they are a crowded sort of afternoon parties where ladies go in carrie's toilet not evening dress people are rushing in and out all the time lucy glanced at all the time lucy glanced at all the time glanced around the room and smiled. That is very unlike this, she remarked. Well, said Octavia, I should think that, after all, this might be nicer, which was very civil. Lucia glanced around again, this time rather stealthily at Lady Theobald. Then she glanced back at Octavia. But it isn't, she said in an undertone.

Octavia began to laugh. They were on a new and familiar footing from that moment. moment. I said it might, she answered. She was not afraid any longer of finding the evening stupid. If there were no young men, there was at least a young woman who was in sympathy with her. She said, I hope that I shall behave myself pretty well and do the things that I am expected to do. Oh, said Lucy with rather alarmed expression, I hope so. I am afraid that you would not be comfortable if you didn't. Octavia opened her eyes, as she often did at Miss Belinda's remarks, and then suddenly

she began to laugh again. "'What would they do?' she said disrespectfully. "'Would they turn me out without giving me any tea?' "'Lucy Luke was still more frightened.' "'Don't let them see you laughing,' she said. "'They will say you are giddy.' "'Giddy,' replied Octavia. "'I don't think there is anything to make me giddy here.'

"'If they say you are giddy,' said Lucia, "'your fate will be sealed, "'and if you are to stay here, "'it really will be better to try to please them a little.' "'Octavia reflected a moment. "'I don't mean to displeased them,' she said, "'unless they are very easily displeased. "'I suppose I don't think very much

"'about what people are saying of me. "'I don't seem to notice. "'Will you come now "'and let me introduce Miss Edgerton and her sister, suggested Lucia hurriedly, Grandma is looking at us. In the innocence of her heart, Octavia glanced at Lady Theobald

and sought that she was looking at them and with a disapproving air. I wonder what that's for, she said to herself, but she followed Lucia across the room. She made the acquaintance of the Mrs. Edgerton, who seemed rather fluttered, and after the first exchange of civilities subsided into monosyllables

and attentive stares. They were, indeed, very anxious to hear Octavia converse, but had not the courage to attempt to draw her out, unless a sudden query of missile idiots could be considered such an attempt. "'Do you like England?' she asked. "'Is this England?' inquired Octavia. "'It is part of England, of course,' replied the young lady with calm literalness. "'Then, of course, I like it very much,' said Octavia slightly waving her fans.

smiling. Miss Lydia Edgerton and Miss Violet Edgerton each regarded her in dubious silence for a moment. They did not think she looked as if she were clever, but the speech sounded to both as if she were, and as if she meant to be clever a little at their expense. Naturally, after that they felt slightly uncomfortable and said less than before, and conversation lagged to such an extent that Octavia was not sorry when tea was announced. And it so happened that tea was not the only thing announced. The ladies had all just risen from their seats with a gentle rustle, and Lady Theobald was moving forward to marshal a procession into the dining room

when Dobson appeared at the door again. Mr. Barold, my lady, he said, and Mr. Burmiston. Everybody glanced first at the door and then at Lady Theobald. Mr. Francis Barold crossed the threshold, followed by the tall, square-shouldered builder of Mills, who was a strong, handsome man, and bore himself very well, not seeming to mind at all the numerous eyes fixed upon him. I did not know, said Barald, that we shall find you had guests, beg pardon, I'm sure, and so does Burmiston, whom I had the pleasure of meeting at Broadhawks, and who was good enough to invite me to return with him.

Lady Theobald extended her hand to the gentleman specified. I am glad, she said rigidly, to see you, Mr. Burmiston. Then she turned to Barreld. This is very fortunate, she announced. We are just going in to take tea, in which I hope you will join us. Lucia! Mr. Francis Barald naturally turned, as her ladyship uttered her granddaughter's name in a tone of command.

It may be supposed that his first intention in turning was to look at Lucia, but he had scarcely done so when his attention was attracted by the figure nearest to her, the figure of a young lady who was playing with a little blue fan and smiling at him brilliantly

and unmistakably. The next moment he was standing at Octavia Bassett's side, looking rather pleased, and the blood of Slowbridge was congelling as the significance of the situation was realised. One instant of breathless, of awful suspense and her ladyship recovered herself.

Will we go into tea, she said. May I ask you, Mr. Burmiston, to accompany Miss Pilcher. End of Chapter 10, announcing Mr. Barold. Chapter 11 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Librebox recording. All Lieberbox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, for to volunteer, please visit Librebox. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgitz Burdett.

Chapter 11 A Slight Indiscretion During the remainder of the evening, Miss Belinda was a prey to richness and despair. When she raised her eyes to her hostess, she met with a glance full of icy significance. When she looked across the tea table, she saw Octavia sitting next to Mr. Francis Burrell, monopolizing his attention, and apparently in the very best possible spirits. It only made matters worse that Mr. Francis Barrell seemed to find her remarks worthy of his attention. He drank very little tea, and now and then appeared much interested and amused. In fact, he found Miss Octavie even more entertaining than he had found her during their journey.

She did not hesitate at all tell him that she was delighted to see him again at this particular juncture. You don't know how glad I was to see you come in, she said. She met his rather startled glance with the most open can, her as she spoke. It is very civil of you to say so, he said. But you could hardly expect me to believe it, you know. It is too good to be true. I thought it was too good to be true when the door opened, she answered cheerfully.

I should have been glad to see anybody, almost. Well, that, he interposed, isn't quite so civil. It is not quite so civil, too. But there she checked herself, and asked him a question with the most naive seriousness. Are you a great friend of Lady Theobald, she said? No, he answered, I'm a relative. That's worse, she remarked. It is her reply, very much worse.

I asked you, she proceeded, with an entrancing little smile of irrelevant approval, because I was going to say that my last speech was not quite so civil to Lady Theobald. That is perfectly true, he responded. It wasn't civil to her at all. He was passing his time very comfortably, and was really surprised to feel that he was more interested in these simple audacities than he had been in any conversation for some time. Perhaps it was because his companion was so wonderfully pretty,

but it is not unlikely that there were also other reasons. She looked him straight in the eye, she comported herself after the manner of a young lady who was enjoying herself, and yet he felt vaguely that she might have enjoyed herself quite as much with Bermiston, or that it was probable that she would not think a second time of him, or of what she said to him. After tea, when they returned to the drawing-room, the opportunities afforded for conversation were not numerous,

the piano was opened and one after another of the young ladies were invited to exhibit their prowess upon its musical education slowbridge pride itself few towns miss pilcher frequently remarked could be congratulated upon the possession of such talent and such cultivation the mrs egerton played a duet the mrs lofty sang miss abercrombie executed a sonata with such effect as to melt miss pilcher to tears and stil octavia had not been called upon there might have been a reason for this or there might not but the moment arrived at length when lady theobald moved towards miss belinda with evidently fell intent perhaps she said perhaps your niece miss octavia will favor us miss belinda replied in a depreciatory and uncertain murmur i am not sure i really don't know perhaps octavia my dear octavia raised a smiling face i don't play she said i never learned you do not play exclaimed lady theobald you do not play at all no answered octavia not a note and i think i am rather glad of it because if i tried i should be sure to do it worse than some other people i would rather with unimpaired cheerfulness let someone else do it there were a few seconds of dead sounds a dozen people seated around her had heard miss pilcher shuddered miss belinda looked down mr francis beryl preserved an entirely unmoved continent the general impression being that he was very much shocked and concealed his disgust with an effort my dear said lady theobald with an air of much condescation and some grave pity i should advise you to try to learn i can assure you that you would find it a great source of pleasure if you could assure me that my friends would find it a great source of pleasure i might begin answered the mistaken young person still cheerfully but i am afraid they wouldn't it seemed that fate had marked her for disgrace

in half an hour from that time she capped the climax of her indiscretions the evening being warm the french windows had been leapt open and in passing one of them she stopped a moment to look out at the brightly moonlight grounds beryl who was with her paused too looks rather nice doesn't it he said yes she replied suppose we go out on the terrace he laughed in an amused fashion she did not understand suppose we do he said by jove that's a good idea he laughed as he followed her what amuses you so she inquired oh he replied i was merely thinking of lady theobald well she commented i think it's rather disrespectful in you to laugh isn't it a lovely night i didn't think you had such wounded nights in england What a night for a drive. Is that one of the things you do in America, drive by moonlight? Yes. Do you mean to say you don't do it in England? Not often.

Is it young ladies who drive by moonlight in America? Well, you don't suppose they go alone, do you? Quite ironically. Of course they have someone with them. Ah, their papa's? No. They're mamas? No.

Their governesses? Their uncles, their aunts? No, with a little smile. He smiled also. That is another good idea, he said. You have a great many nice ideas in America. She was silent a moment or two, swinging her fans slowly to her provide's ribbon and appearing to reflect. Does that mean, she said at last, that it wouldn't be considered proper in England?

I hope you won't hold me responsible for English fallacies, was his sole answer. I don't hold anybody responsible for them, she returned with some spirit. I don't care one thing about them. That is fortunate, he commented. I am happy to say that I don't either. I take the liberty of pleasing myself. I find it pays best. Perhaps, she said, returning to the charge,

perhaps Lady Theobald will think this is improper. He put his hand up and stroked his mustache lightly, without replying. But it is not, she replied emphatically. It is not. No, he admitted with a touch of irony. It is not. Are you any of the worst for it, she demanded?

Well, really, I think not. As yet, he replied. Then we won't go in, she said, a smile returning to our lips again. End of Chapter 11. Recording by Todd. Chapter 12 of a Fair Barbarian. This is a LibraFox recording. All LibraFox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibraFox.org. Recording by Shusandrat, an invitation. In the meantime, Mr. Burmester, Mosomuston, improving his opportunities within doors. He had listened to the music with the most serious attention, and on its conclusion he had turned to Mrs. Burnham, and made himself very agreeable indeed. At length, however, he arose, and sauntered across the room to a table at which Lucia Gaston chanced to be standing alone, having just been deserted by a young lady whose mama had summoned her. She wore Mr. Burmiston regretted this sea, as she advanced, a troubled and anxious expression.

the truth being that she had a moment before remarked the exit of Miss Belinda's niece and her companion. It happened oddly that Mr. Bermiston first words touched upon the subject of her thought. He began quite abruptly with it. It seems to me, he said, that Miss Octavia Bassett. Lucius stopped him with the courage which surprised herself. Oh, if you please, she implored. Don't say anything unkind about her. Mr. Bermiston looked down into her.

soft eyes with a good deal of feeling. I was not going to say anything unkind, you answered. Why should I? Everybody seems to find a reason for speaking severely of her, Lucia faltered. I have heard so many unkind things tonight that I'm quite unhappy. I'm sure. I am sure she's very candid and simple. Yes, answered Mr. Burmiston.

I am sure she's very candid and simple. Why should we expect her to be? exactly like ourselves, Lucia went on. How can we be sure that our way is better than any other? Why should they be angry because a dress is so expensive and pretty? Indeed, I only wish I had such a dress. It is a thousand times prettier than any we ever wear. Look around the room and see if it is not. And as to we're not having learned to play on the piano or to speak French, why should she be obliged to do things she feels she would not be clever at? I'm not clever, and have been a sort of slave all my life,

and I have been scalded and blamed for what I could not help at all, until I have felt as if I must be a criminal. How happy she must have been to be let alone! She had clasped her little hands, and though she spoke in a low voice, was quite unpassioned in an unconscious way, her brief girlish life had not been a very happy one, as may be easily imagined,

and the glimpse of the liberty for which she had some, suffered roused her to a sense of her own wrongs. We are all cut out after the same pattern, she said. We learn the same things and wear the same dresses, one might say. What Lydia Edgerton has been taught I have been taught, yet what two creatures could be more unlike each other by nature than we are. Mr. Bermiston glanced across the room at Miss Edgerton. She was a fine, robust young woman, with a high nose and a stolid expression of countenance.

That is true, he was. you remarked. We are afraid of everything, said Lucia bitterly. Lydia Edgerton is afraid, though you might not think so. And as for me, nobody knows what a coward I am but myself. Yes, I am a coward. When Grandma looks at me, I tremble. I dare not speak my mind and differ with her when I know she is unjust and in the wrong.

No one could say that with Miss Octavia Bassett. That is perfectly true, said Mr. Burmstrom. and he even went so far as to laugh as he thought of Miss Octavia trembling in the august presence of Lady Theobald. The laugh checked Lucia at once, in a little outburst of eloquence. She began to blush, the colour mounting to her forehead. Oh, she began, I did not mean to say so much, I... There was something so innocent and touching in a sudden timidity and confusion that Mr. Burmiston forgot altogether that they were not very very much.

real old friends, and that Lady Theobald might be looking. He bent slightly forward, and looked into her upraised, alarmed eyes. "'Don't be afraid of me,' he said. "'Don't, for pity's sake.' He could not have hit upon her luckier speech, and also he could not have uttered it more feelingly than he did. It helped it to recover herself and gave her courage. "'There,' she said, with a slight catch of the breath, "'does not that prove what I said to be true. I was afraid the very moment I ceased to forget myself. I was afraid of you and of myself. I have no courage at all. You will gain it in time, he said. I shall try to gain it, she answered. I'm nearly twenty, and it is time that I should learn to respect myself. I think it

must be because I have no self-respect that I'm such a coward. It seemed that her resolution was to be tried immediately, for at that very moment Lady Theobald turned, and, on recognizing the full significance of Lucia's position, was apparently struck temporarily dumb and motionless. When she recovered from the shock, she made a majestic gesture of command. Mr. Burmiston glanced at the girl's face, and saw that it changed colour a little. Lady Theobald appears to wish to speak to you, he said. Lucia left her seat and walked to go. across the room with a steady air. Lady Theobald did not remove her eye from her until she

stopped within three feet of her. Then she asked her rather unnecessary question. With whom have you been conversing? With Mr. Bermiston. Upon what subject? We were speaking of Miss Octavia Bassett. Her ladyship glanced around the room, as if a new idea had occurred to her and said, Where is Miss Octavia Bassett? Here it must be. confessed that Lucia faltered. She is on the terrace with Mr. Barreld. She is on? Her ladship stopped short in the middle of her sentence. This was too much for her. She left Lucian crossed the room to Miss Belinda. Belinda, she said in an awful undertone, your niece is out upon the terrace with Mr. Barreld. Perhaps it would be as well for you to

intimate her that in England it is not customary, that Belinda, go and bring her in. Miss Belinda arose, actually looking pale. She had been making such strenuous efforts to converse with Miss Pilcher and Mrs. Burnham that she had been betrayed into forgetting her charge. She could scarcely believe her ears. She went to the open window and looked out, and then turned paler than before. Octavia, my dear, she said faintly. Francis, said Lady Theobald over her shoulder.

Mr. Francis Barrel turned a rather bored countenance toward them. but it was evidently not Octavia who had bought him. "'Octavia,' said Miss Belinda, "'how imprudent! "'And that thin dress! "'The night air! "'How could you, my dear! "'How could you?

"'Oh, I shall not catch cold,' "'Octavia answered. "'I'm used to it. "'I've been out hours and hours "'on moonlight nights at home.' "'But you move toward them.' "'You must remember,' said Lady Thierbold, "'that there are many things

"'which may be done in a man. America, which would not be safe in England, and she made the remark in an almost a pulcral tone of warning. How Miss Belinda would have supported herself if the coach had not been announced at this juncture, it would be difficult to say. The coach was announced, and they took their departure. Mr. Barreld, happening to make us adjures at the same time, they were escorted by him, down to the vehicle from the Blue Lion. When he had assisted them in and closed the door, Octavis Octavia bent forward, so that the moonlight fell full on her pretty lace-covered head, and the sparkling drops in her ears. "'Oh,' she exclaimed, "'if you stay here at all, you must come and see us. Aunt Belinda, ask him to come and see us.' Miss Belinda could scarcely speak. "'I shall be most—most happy,' she fluttered. Any friend of dear Lady Theobald's, of course—'

"'Don't forget,' said Octavia, waving her hand. The coach moved off, and, Miss Belinda sank back into a dark corner. My dear, she gasped, what will he think? Octavia was winding her lace scarf around her throat. He'll think I want him to call, she said serenely, and I do. End of an invitation. Recording by Shishon the Rat. Chapter 13 of a fair barbarian.

This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Jean Bascom. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 13. Intentions The position in which Lady Theobald found herself placed after these occurrences

was certainly a difficult and unpleasant one. It was Mr. Francis Beryl's caprice for the time being to develop an intimacy with Mr. Bermastone. He had, it seemed, chosen to be a difficult. to become interested in him during their sojourn at Broad Oaks. He had discovered him to be a desirable companion and a clever, amiable fellow. This much he condescended to explain incidentally to her ladyship's self. I can't say I expected to meet a nice fellow or a companionable fellow, he remarked, and I was agreeably surprised to find him both. Never says too much or too little, never boars a man.

To this, Lady Theobald could make no reply. Singularly enough, she had discovered early in their acquaintance that her wonted weapons were likely to dull their edges upon the steely coldness of Mr. Francis Beryl's impassibility. In the presence of this fortunate young man, before whom his world had bowed the knee from his tenderest infancy, she lost the majesty of her demeanor. He refused to be affected by it. He was even implacable enough to show openly that it bored him, and to insinuate by his manner that he did not intend to submit to it. He entirely ignored the claim of relationship and acted according to the promptings of his own moods. He did not feel it at all incumbent upon him to remain at Old Clah Hall, and subject himself to the time-honoured customs there in vogue.

He preferred to accept Mr. Bermestone's invitation to become his guest at the handsome house that he had just completed, in which he lived in Bachelor's Splendor. Accordingly, he installed himself there, and thereby complicated matters greatly. Slowbridge found itself in a position as difficult as, and far more delicate than Lady Theobald's. The tea-drinkings, in honor of that troublesome person, Miss Octavia Bassette, having been inaugurated by her ladyship, must go the social rounds, according to ancient custom. But what, in discretion's name, was to be done concerning Mr. Francis Beryl? There was no doubt whatever, that he must not be ignored, and in that case what difficulties presented themselves?

The mama of the two Mrs. Eagerton, who was a nervous and easily subjugated person, was so excited and overwrought by the prospect before her that, in contemplating it when she wrote her invitations, she was affected to tears. I can assure you, Lydia, she said, that I have not slept for three nights. I have been so harassed. Here on one hand is Mr. Francis Beryl, who must be invited, and on the other is Mr. Bermastone, whom we cannot pass over. And here is Lady Theobald, who will turn to stone the moment she sees him, though goodness knows I am sure he seems a very quiet, respectable man, and said some of the most complimentary things about your playing. And here is that dreadful girl, who is enough to give one cold chills, and who may do all

sorts of dreadful things, and is certainly a living example to all respectable well-educated girls. And the blindest of the blind could see that nothing would offend Lady Theobald more fatally than to let her be thrown with Francis Beryl. And how is one to invite them into the same room and keep them apart, I'm sure I don't know how? Lady Theobald herself could not do it, and how can we be expected to, and the refreshments on my mind, too, and Forbes failing on her tea-cakes and bringing up Sally Luns like lead. That these misgivings were equally shared by each entertainer in the perspective might be adduced from the fact that the same afternoon Mrs. Burnham and Miss Pilcher appeared upon the scene

to consult with Mrs. Eagerton upon the subject. Miss Lydia and Miss Violet being dismissed upstairs to their practicing, the three ladies sat in the darkened parlor and talked to the matter over in solemn conclain. I have consulted Miss Pilcher and mentioned the affair to Mr. Gibson, announced Mrs. Burnham, and really, we have not yet been able to arrive at any conclusion. Mrs. Eagerton shook her head tearfully. Pray don't come to me, my dears, she said, don't I beg of you. I have thought about it until my circulation has gone all wrong,

and Lydia has been applying hot water bottles to my feet all the morning. I gave it up at half-past two and set Violet to writing invitations to one and all, let the consequences be what they may. Miss Pilcher glanced at Mrs. Burnham, and Mrs. Burnham glanced at Miss Pilcher. Perhaps, Miss Pilcher suggested to her companion, it would be as well for you to mention your impressions. Mrs. Burnham's manner became additionally cautious, she bent forward slightly. My dear, she said, has it struck you that Lady Theobald has any intentions, so to speak? Intentions? repeated Mrs. Eagerton.

Yes, with deep significance, so to speak, with regards to Lucy. "'Mrs. Eagerton looked utterly helpless. "'Dear me, she ejaculated plaintively. "'I have never had time to think of it. "'Dear me, with regard to Lucia!' "'Mrs. Burnham became more significant still. "'And she added, Mr. Francis Beryl.' "'Mrs. Eagerton turned to Miss Pilcher

"'and saw confirmation of the fact in her countenance. "'Dear, dear,' she said, "'that makes it worse than ever. "'It is certain, put in Miss Pilcher, "'that the union would be a desirable one, "'and we have reason to remark that a deep interest in Mr. Francis Beryl has been shown by Lady Theobald. He has been invited to make her house his home during his stay in Slowbridge,

and though he has not, the fact that he has not is due only to some inexplicable reluctance upon his own part. And we all remember that Lady Theobald once plainly intimated, that she anticipated Lucia forming in the future a matrimonial alliance. Oh, commented Mrs. Eagerton with some slight impatience, it is all very well for Lady Theobald to have intentions for Lucia. But if the young man has none, I really don't see. see that her intentions will be likely to result in anything particular? And I am sure Mr. Francis Beryl is not in the mood to be influenced in that way now. He is more likely to entertain himself

with Miss Octavia Bessette, who will take him out in the moonlight and make herself agreeable to him in her American style. Miss Pilcher and Mrs. Burnham exchanged glances again. My dear, said Mrs. Burnham, he has called upon her twice since Lady Theobald's tea. They say she invites him herself and flirts with him openly in the garden. Her conduct is such, said Miss Pilcher with a shudder, that the blinds upon the sides of the seminary which faces Miss Beset's garden are kept closed by my orders.

I have young ladies under my care whose characters are in process of formation and whose parents repose confidence in me. Nothing but my friendship for Belinda Bissette, remarked Mrs. Burnham, would induce me to invite the girl to my house. Then she turned to Mrs. Eagerton, but, ahem, have you included them all in your invitations?

She observed. Mrs. Eagerton became plaintive again. "'I don't see how I could be expected to do anything else,' she said. Lady Theobald herself could not invite Mr. Francis Burrell's house and leave Mr. Burmiston's home. And after all, I must say it is my opinion nobody would have objected to Mr. Burmastone in the first place if Lady Theobald had not insisted upon it.' Mrs. Burnham reflected.

"'Perhaps that is true,' she admitted cautiously at length, "'and it must be confessed that a man in his position is not entirely without his advantages, particularly in a place where there are but few gentlemen, and those scarcely desirable as. She paused there discreetly, but Mrs. Eagerton was not so discreet. There are a great many young ladies in Slowbridge, she said, shaking her head, a great many, and with five in a family all old enough to be out of school, I am sure it is flying in the face of Providence to neglect one's opportunities. When the two ladies took their departure, Mrs. Burnham seemed reflective.

Finally, she said, Poor Mrs. Eagerton's mind is not what it was, and it never was remarked. strongly strong. It must be admitted, too, that there is a lack of, of delicacy. Those great plain girls of hers must be a trial to her. As she spoke, they were passing the privet hedge, which surrounded Miss Beset's house and garden, and a sound caused both to glance around. The front door had just been opened, and a gentleman was descending the steps, a young gentleman, in neat clerical garb, his guileless ecclesiastical countenance suffused with mantling blushes of confusion and delight. He stopped on the gravel path to receive the last words,

of Miss Octavia Bessette, who stood on threshold, smiling down upon him in the prettiest way in the world. Thursday afternoon, she said, now don't forget, because I shall ask Mr. Beryl and Miss Gaston on purpose to play against us. Even St. James can't object to Croquet. I, indeed, I shall be most happy and delighted, stammered her departing guest, if you will be so kind as to instruct me and forgive my awkwardness. Oh, I'll instruct you, said Octavia, I have instructed people before, and I know how.

Mrs. Burnham clutched Miss Pilcher's arm. Do you see who that is, she demanded. Would you have believed it? Miss Pilcher preserved a stony demeanor. I would believe anything of Miss Octavia Bissette, she replied. There would be nothing at all remarkable to my mind in her flirting with the bishop himself. Why should she hesitate to endeavor to entangle the curate of St. James? End of Chapter 13.

Recording by Jean Bascombe, Potomacomac Merrill. 14 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 14, A Clerical Visit. It was indeed true that the Reverend Arthur Poppleton had spent the greater part of his afternoon in Miss Belinda Bessie. its front parlor, and that Octavia had entertained him in such a manner that he had been beguiled into forgetting the clerical visits he had intended to make, and had finally

committed himself by a promise to return a day or two later to play croquet. His object in calling had been to request Miss Belinda's assistance in a parochial matter. His natural timorousness of nature had indeed led him to put off making the visit for as long a time as possible. The reports he had heard of Miss Octavia Bassett had inspired him with great dread. Consequently, he had presented himself at Miss Belinda's front door with secret anguish. Will you say, he had faltered to Marianne, that it is Mr. Poppleton to see Miss Bassett, Miss Belinda Bassett. And then he had been handed into the parlor. The door had been closed after him, and he had found himself shut up entirely alone.

in the room with Miss Octavia Bassett herself. His first impulse was to turn and flee precipitately. Indeed, he even went so far as to turn and clutched the handle of the door, but somehow a second thought arrived in time to lead him to control himself. This second thought came with his second glance at Octavia. She was not at all what he had pictured her. Singularly enough, no one had told him that she was pretty, and he had thought of her as a gaunt young, person with a determined and manly air. She struck him, on the contrary, as being extremely girlish and charming to look upon. She wore the pale pink gown, and as he entered, he saw her give a furtive little dab to her eyes with a lace handkerchief and hurriedly crush an open letter

into her pocket. Then, seeming to dismiss her emotion with enviable facility, she rose to greet him. If you want to see Aunt Belinda, she said, perhaps you'll see Aunt Belinda. Perhaps you'll better sit down. She would be here directly. He plucked up, spirit, to take a seat, suddenly feeling his terror take wing. He was amazed at his own courage. "'Thank you,' he said. "'I have the pleasure of—' "'There it is true he stopped, looked at her, blushed, and finished somewhat disjointedly. "'Miss Octavia Bassett, I believe.' "'Yes,' she answered, and sad.

down near him. When Miss Belinda descended the stairs a short time afterward, her ears were greeted by the sound of brisk conversation in which the Reverend Arthur Poppleton appeared to be taken part with before unheard-of spirit. When he arose at her entrance, there was in his manner an air of mild buoyancy, which astonished her beyond measure. When he reseated himself, he seemed quite to forget the object of his visit for some minutes, and was thus placed in the embarrassing position of having to refer to his notebook. Having done so and found that he had called to ask assistance for the family of one of his parishioners, he recovered himself somewhat. As he explained the exigencies of the case, Octavia listened. Well, she said, I should think it would make you quite uncomfortable if you

see things like that often? I regret to say I do see such things only too frequently, he answered. Gracious, she said, but that was all. He was conscious of being slightly disappointed at her apathy, and perhaps it is to be deplored that he forgot it afterward when Miss Belinda had bestowed her might, and the case was dismissed for the time being. He really did forget it, and was beguiled into making a very long call, and enjoying himself as he had never enjoyed himself before. When at length he was recalled to a sense of duty by a glance at the clock, he had already before his eyes an opening vista of delights, taking the form of future calls and games of croquet played upon Miss Belinda's neatly

shaven grass platte. He had bidden the lady's adieu in the parlor, and having stepped into the hall was fumbling rather excitedly, the umbrella stand for his own especially slender clerical umbrella, when he was awakened to new rapture by hearing Miss Octavia's tone again. He turned and saw her standing quite near him, looking at him with rather an odd expression and holding something in her hand. Oh, she said, see here, those people, I beg pardon, he hesitated. I don't quite understand. "'Oh, yes,' she answered,

"'those desperately poor wretches, you know, with fever and leaks in their house "'and all sorts of disagreeable things that matter with them. "'Give them this, won't you?' "'This was a pretty silk purse, "'through whose meshes he saw the gleam of gold coin. "'That,' he said, "'you don't mean. "'Isn't there a good deal?

"'I beg pardon, but really. "'Well, if they are as poor as you say they are, it won't be too much, she replied. I don't suppose he'll object to it, do you? She extended it to him as if she rather wished to get it out of her hands. You'd better take it, she said. I shall spend it on something I don't need if you don't. I'm always spending money on things I don't care for afterward.

He was filled with remorse, remembering that he had thought her apathetic. I really thought you were not interested at all, he burst forward. "'Pray forgive me. This is generous indeed.' She looked down at some particularly brilliant rings on her hand instead of looking at him. "'Oh, well,' she said, "'I think it must be simply horrid to have to do without things. "'I can't see how people live. "'Besides, I haven't denied myself anything. "'It would be worth talking about if I had, I suppose.

"'Oh, by the by, never mind telling anyone, will you?' Then, without giving him time to reply, she raised her eyes to his face, and plunged into the subject of the croquet again, pursuing it until the final moment of his exit and departure, which was when Mrs. Burnham and Miss Pilcher had been scandalized at the easy freedom of her adieu. End of Chapter 14. Chapter 15 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 15 Superior Advantage When Mr. Francis Beryl called to pay his respects to Lady Theobald after partaking of her hospitality, Mr. Bermestone accompanied him, and upon almost every other occasion of his presenting himself to her ladyship, Mr. Bermastone was his companion. It may as well be explained at the outset that the mill-owner of Burmastone Mills

was a man of decided determination of character, and that, upon the evening of Lady Theobald's tea, he had arrived at the conclusion that he would spare no effort to gain a certain end he felt it would add to his happiness to accomplish. I stand rather in awe of Lady Theobald as any ordinary man would, he had said dryly to Beryl to Beryl on their return to his house, but my awe of her is not so great yet that I shall allow it to interfere with any of my own. plans. Have you any a special plan? inquired, barreled carelessly after a pause? Yes, answered Mr. Bermastone, several. I should like to go to Old Claw rather often.

I feel it the civil thing to go to Old Claw oftener than I like. Go with me. I should like to be included in all the invitations to T for the next six months. I shall be included in all the invitation so long as I remain here, and it is not likely you will be left out in the cold. After you have gone the rounds once, you won't be dropped. Upon the whole, it appears so, said Mr. Bermastone. Thanks. So, at each of the tea parties following Lady Theobald's, the two men appeared together, the small end of the wedge being inserted into the social stratum, the rest was not so difficult. Mrs. Burnham was at once surprised and overjoyed by her discoveries of the many excellent,

of the man they had so hastily determined to ignore. Mrs. Abercrombie found Mr. Burmastone's manner all that could be desired. Miss Pilcher expressed the highest appreciation of his views upon feminine education and our duty to the young in our charge. Indeed, after Mrs. Egerton's evening, the tide of public opinion turned suddenly in his favor. Public opinion did not change, however, as far as Octavia was concerned. Having had her anxiety set at rest by several encouraging paternal letters from Nevada, she began to make up her mind to enjoy herself, and was, it is to be regretted, betrayed by her youthful

high spirits into the committing of numerous indiscretions. Upon each festal occasion, she appeared in a new and elaborate costume. She accepted the attentions of Mr. Francis Burrell, as if it were the most natural thing in the world that they should be offered. She joked in what Mrs. Burnham designated her Nevada way with the Reverend Arthur Poppleton, who appeared more frequently than had been his habit at the high teas. She played croquet with that gentleman and Mr. Beryl day after day upon the grass plat before all the eyes gazing down upon her from the neighboring windows.

She managed to coerce Mr. Bermestone into joining these innocent orgies. And, in fact, to quote Miss Pilcher, there was no limit to the the shamelessness of her unfeminine conduct. Several times much comment had been aroused by the fact that Lucia Gaston had been observed to form one of the party of players. She had indeed played with Beryl'd against Octavia and Mr. Poppleton, on the memorable day upon which that gentleman had taken his first lesson. Beryl had availed himself of the invitation extended to him by Octavia upon several occasions greatly to Miss Belinda's embarrassment. He had dropped in the evening after the curate's first call. "'Is Lady Theobald very fond of you?' Octavia had asked,

in the course of this visit. "'It is very kind of her, if she is,' he replied with languid irony. "'Isn't she fond enough of you to do anything you ask her?' Octavia inquired. "'Really, I think not,' he replied. "'Imagine the degree of affection it requires. I am not fond enough of anyone to do anything they ask me. Octavia bestowed a long look upon him. Well, she remarked after a pause, I believe you are not. I shouldn't think so. Barrow colored very faintly.

I say, he said, is that an imputation or something of that character? It sounds like it, you know. Octavia did not reply directly. She laughed a little. I want you to ask Lady Theobald to do something. She said. I am afraid I am not in such favor as you imagine, he said, looking slightly annoyed. Well, I think she won't refuse you this thing, she went on.

If she didn't loathe me so, I would ask her myself. He deigned to smile. Does she loathe you, he inquired? Yes, nodding. She would not speak to me if it weren't for Aunt Belinda. She thinks I am fast and loud. Do you think I am fast and loud? He was taken aback, and not for the first time.

either. She had startled and discomposed him several times in the course of their brief acquaintance, and he always resented it, priding himself in private as he did upon his coolness and immobility. He could not think of the right thing to say just now, so he was silent for a second. "'Tell me the truth,' she persisted. "'I shall not care—much.' "'I do not think you would care at all. Well, perhaps I shouldn't. Go on. Do you think I am fast?' "'I am happy to say I do not find you slow.' She fixed her eyes on him, smiling faintly. "'That means I am fast,' she said.

"'Well, no matter. "'Will you ask Lady Theobald what I want you to ask her?' "'I should not say you were fast at all,' he said rather stiffly. "'You have not been educated as Lady Theobald has educated Miss Gaston, for instance.' "'I should rather think not,' she replied. Then she added very deliberately, she has had what you might call very superior advantages, I suppose. Her expression was totally incomprehensible to him.

She spoke with the utmost seriousness and looked down at the table. That is derision, I suppose, he remarked restively. She glanced up again. At all events, she said, there is nothing to laugh at in Lucia Gaston. Will you ask Lady Theobald, I want you to ask her to let Lucia Gaston come and play croquet with us on Tuesday. She is to play with you against Mr. Poppleton and me. Who is Mr. Poppleton, he asked, with some reserve.

He did not exactly fancy sharing his entertainment with any ordinary outsider. After all, there was no knowing what this little American might do. He is the curate of the church, she replied, undisturbed. He is very nice, and little, and neat, and blushes all over to the toes of his boots. He came to see Aunt Belinda, and I asked him to come and be talked to play. Who is to teach him? I am. I have taught at least twenty men in New York and San Francisco.

I hope he appreciates your kindness. I mean to try if I can make him forget to be frightened, she said, with a gay laugh. It was certainly nettling to find his air of reserve and displeasure met with such inconsequent lightness. She never seemed to recognize the subtle changes of temperature expressed in his manner, only his sense of what was due to himself prevented his being very chilly indeed. But as she went on with her gay chat, in utter ignorance of his mood, and indulged in some very pretty, airy nonsense, he soon recovered himself and almost forgot his private grievance.

Before going away, he promised to ask Lady Theobald's indulgence in the matter of Lucius joining them in their game. One speech of Octavia is connected with the subject he had thought very pretty, as well as kind. I like Miss Gaston, she said. I think we might be friends if Lady Theobald would let us. Her superior advantages might do me good. They might improve me, she went on with a little laugh. And I suppose I need improving very much.

All my advantages have been of one kind. When he had left her, she startled Miss Belinda by saying, I have been asking Mr. Beryl if he thought I was fast, and I believe he does. In fact, I am sure he does. "'Ah, my dear, my dear,' ejaculated Miss Belinda. "'What a terrible thing to say to a gentleman. "'What will he think!' Octavia smiled one of her calmest smiles.

"'Isn't it queer how often you say that?' she remarked. "'I think I should perish if I had to pull myself up that way as you do. "'I just go right on and never worry. "'I don't mean to do anything queer, and I don't see why anyone should think I do.' "'Eend of Chapter 15. Recording by Bill Borsed. Chapter 16 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Libravox recording.

All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Amanda Friday. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 16. Croquet Lucia was permitted to form one of the players in the game of croquet, being escorted to and from

the scene by Francis Beryld. Perhaps it occurred to Lady Theobald that the contrast of English reserve and maidenliness with the free and easy manners of young women from Nevada might lead to some good result. I trust your conduct will be such as to show that you at least have resided in a civilized land, she said. The men of the present day may permit themselves to be amused by a man of the present day. young persons whose demeanor might bring a blush to the cheek of a woman of forty, but it is not their habit to regard them with serious intentions. Lucia reddened. She did not speak, though she wished

very much for the courage to utter the words which rose to her lips. Lately she had found that now and then, at times when she was roused to anger, speeches of quite a clever and sarcastic nature presented themselves to her mind. She was never equal to uttering them aloud, but she felt that in time she might, because, of course, it was quite an advance in spirit to think them, and face, even in imagination, the probability of astounding and striking Lady Theobald dumb with their audacity. It ought to make me behave very well, she was saying now to herself, to have before me the alternative of not being regarded with serious intentions. I wonder if it is Mr. Poppleton or Francis Beryl who might not regard me seriously, and I wonder if they are any

coarser in America than we can be in England when we try. She enjoyed the afternoon very much, particularly the latter part of it, when Mr. Bermastone, who was passing, came in, being invited by Octavia across the privet hedge. Having paid his respects to Miss Belinda, who sat playing propriety under a laburnum tree, Mr. Bermstone crossed the grass plat to Lucia herself. She was awaiting her turn, and laughing at the ardent enthusiasm of Mr. Poppleton, who, under Octavia's direction, was devoting all his energies to the game. Her eyes were bright, and she had lost, for the time being, her timid air of feeling herself somehow in the wrong. "'I am glad to see you here,' said Mr. Bermastone. "'I am glad to be here,' she answered.

"'It has been such a happy afternoon. Everything has seemed so bright and—and different.' "'Different is a very good word,' he said laughing. "'It isn't a very bad one,' she returned, and it is a very bad one,' she returned, and it expresses a good deal. It does indeed, he commented. Look at Mr. Poppleton and Octavia, she began. Have you got to Octavia? He inquired. She looked down and blushed. I shall not say Octavia to Grandmama. Then suddenly she glanced up at him. That is sly, isn't it? She said. Sometimes I think I am very sly, though I am sure it is not my nature to be so. I would rather be open and candid.

"'It would be better,' he remarked. "'You think so?' she asked eagerly. He could not help smiling. "'Do you ever tell untruths to Lady Theobald?' he inquired. "'If you do, I shall begin to be alarmed.' "'I act them,' she said, blushing more deeply. "'I really do. "'Paltry sorts of untruths, you know,

"'pretending to agree with her when I don't, "'pretending to like things a little when I hate them. "'I've been trying to improve myself lately, "'and once or twice it has made her very angry. She says I am disobedient and disrespectful. She asked me one day if it was my intention to emulate Miss Octavia Bessette. That was when I said I could not help feeling that I had wasted time in practicing. She sighed softly as she ended.

In the meantime, Octavia had Mr. Poppleton and Mr. Francis barreled upon her hands and was endeavoring to do her duty as hostess by both of them. If it had been her intention to captivate these gentlemen, she could not have complained that Mr. Poppleton was wary or difficult game. His first fears allayed, his downward path was smooth and rapid in proportion. When he had taken his departure with the little silk purse in his keeping, he had carried under his clerical vest a warmed and thrilled heart. It was a heart which, it must be confessed,

was of the most inexperienced and susceptible nature. A little man of affectionate and gentle disposition, he had been given from his earliest youth to indulging in timid dreams of mild future bliss, of bliss represented by some lovely being whose ideals were similar to his own, and who preferred the wealth of a true affection to the glitter of the giddy throng. Upon one or two occasions he had even worshipped from afar, but as on each of these occasions, his hopes had been nipped in the bud by the union of their object with some hollow worldling. His dream had, so far, never attained very serious proportions.

Since he had taken up his abode in Slowbridge, he had felt himself a little overpowered by circumstances. It had been a source of painful embarrassment to him, to find his innocent presence capable of producing confusion in the breasts of young ladies who were certainly not more guileless than himself. He had been conscious that the Mrs. Egerton did not continue their conversation with freedom when he chanced to approach the group they graced, and he had observed the same thing in their companions. An additional circumspection of demeanor, so to speak, a touch of new decorum, whose objects seemed to be to protect them from any appearance of imprudence. It is almost as if they were afraid of me, he had said to himself once or twice,

Dear me! I hope there is nothing in my appearance to lead them to. He was so much alarmed by this dreadful thought that he had ever afterward approached any of these young ladies with a fear in trembling, which had not added either to his comfort or their own. Consequently, his path had not been a very smooth one. I respect the young ladies of Slowbridge, he remarked to Octavia that very afternoon. There are some very remarkable young ladies here, very remarkable indeed. They are interested in the church, and the poor, and the schools, and indeed in everything, which is most unselfish and amiable. Young ladies have usually so much to distract their attention from such matters.

If I stay long enough in Slowbridge, said Octavia, I shall be interested in the church and the poor and the schools. It seemed to the curate that there had never been anything so delightful in the world as her laugh and her unusual remarks. She seemed to him so beautiful and so exhilarating that he forgot all else but his admiration for her. He enjoyed himself so much this afternoon that he was almost brilliant and excited the sarcastic comment of Mr. Francis Beryl, who was not enjoying himself at all. Confound it, said that gentleman to himself as he looked on. What did I come here for? This style of thing is just what I might have expected.

She is amusing herself with that poor little cad now, and I am left in the cold. I suppose that is her habit with the young men in Nevada. He had no intention of entering the list with the Reverend Arthur Poppleton, or of concealing the fact that he felt that this little Nevada flirt was making a blunder. The sooner she knew it, the better for herself, so he played his game as badly as possible, and with much dignity. But Octavia was so deeply interested in Mr. Poppleton's ardent efforts to do credit to her teaching,

that she was apparently unconscious of all else. She played with great cleverness and carried her partner to the terminus, with an eager enjoyment of her skill quite pleasant to behold. She made little darts here and there, advised, directed, and controlled his movements, and was quite dramatic in a small way when he made a failure. Mrs. Burnham, who was superintending the proceeding, seated in her own easy-chair behind her window-curtains, was roused to virtuous indignation by her energy.

There is no repose whatever in her manner, she said. No dignity. Is a game of croquet a matter of deep moment? It seems to me that it is almost impious to devote one's mind so holy to a mere means of recreation. She seems to be enjoying, it, Mama, said Miss Laura Burnham, with a faint sigh. Miss Laura had been looking on over her parent's shoulder. They all seem to be enjoying it. See how Lucia Gaston and Mr. Burmestone are

laughing? I never saw Lucia look like that before. The only one who seems a little dull is Mr. Beryl. He is probably disgusted by a freedom of manner to which he is not accustomed, replied Mrs. Burnham. The only wonder is that he has not been disgusted by it before. End of Chapter 16. Recording by Amanda Friday. Chapter 17 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 17. Advantage The Game Over Octavia Descent. deserted her partner. She walked lightly and with the air of a victor to where Beryl was standing. She was smiling and slightly flushed, and for a moment or so stood fanning herself with a gay

Japanese fan. "'Don't you think I am a good teacher?' she asked at length. "'I should say so,' replied Beryl without enthusiasm. "'I am afraid I am not a judge.' She waved her fan airily. "'I had a good pupil,' she said. Then she held her fan still for a moment, and turned fully toward him. "'I have done something you don't like,' she said.

"'I knew I had.' Mr. Francis Beryl'd retired within himself at once. In his present mood it really appeared that she was assuming that he was very much interested indeed. "'I should scarcely take the liberty upon a limited acquaintance,' he began. She looked at him steadily, fanning herself. with slow, regular movements. Yes, she remarked.

You're mad. I knew you were. He was so evidently disgusted by this observation that she caught at the meaning of his look and laughed a little. Ah, she said, that's an American word, ain't it? It sounds queer to you. You say vexed instead of mad.

Well, then, you are vexed. If I have been so clumsy as to appear ill-heaval. he said, I beg pardon. Certainly I have no right to exhibit such unusual interest in your conduct. He felt that this was rather decidedly to the point, but she did not seem overpowered at all. She smiled anew. Anybody has a right to be mad, I mean vexed, she observed. I should like to know how people would live if they hadn't. I am mad, I mean vexed, twenty times a day. Indeed, was his sole reply. "'Well,' she said,

"'I think it's real mean in you "'to be so cool about it "'when you remember what I told you the other day. "'I regret to say I don't remember just now. "'I hope it was nothing very serious.' "'To his astonishment she looked down at her fan "'and spoke in a slightly lowered voice. "'I told you that I wanted to be improved.'

"'It must be confessed that he was mollified. There was a softness in her manner which amazed him. He was at once embarrassed and delighted, but at the same time it would not do to commit himself to too great a seriousness. Oh, he answered, that was a rather good joke, I thought. No, it wasn't, she said, perhaps even half a tone lower. I was in earnest.

Then she raised her eyes. If you told me when I did anything wrong, I think it might be a good thing, she said. He felt that this was quite possible, and was also struck with the idea that he might find the task of mentor, so long as he remained entirely non-committal, rather interesting. Still, he could not afford to descend at once from the elevated stand he had taken. I am afraid you would find it rather tiresome, he remarked.

I am afraid you would, she answered. you would have to tell me of things so often. Do you mean seriously to tell me that you would take my advice, he inquired? I mightn't take all of it, was her reply, but I should take some, perhaps a great deal. Thanks, he remarked. I scarcely think I should give you a great deal. She simply smiled. I have never had any advice at all, she said.

I don't know that I should have taken it if I had. just as likely as not I shouldn't. But I have never had any. Father spoiled me. He gave me all my own way. He said he didn't care so long as I had a good time. And I must say I have generally had a good time. I don't see how I could help it with all my own way and no one to worry.

I wasn't sick, and I could buy anything I liked and all that. So I had a good time. I've read of girls in books wishing they had mothers to take care of. of them. I don't know that I ever wished for one particularly. I can take care of myself. I must say, too, that I don't think some mothers are much of an institution. I know girls who have them, and they are always worrying. He laughed in spite of himself, and though she had been speaking with the utmost seriousness and naivete, she joined him. When they ceased, she returned suddenly to the charge. Now tell me what I have done this afternoon that isn't

right, she said, that Lucia Gaston wouldn't have done, for instance. I say that because I shouldn't mind being a little like Lucia Gaston, in some things. Lucia ought to feel gratified, he commented. She does, she answered. We had a little talk about it, and she was as pleased as could be. I didn't think of it in that way until I saw her begin to blush. Guess what she said? I am afraid I can't. She said she saw so many things to envy in me. that she could scarcely believe I wanted to be at all like her. It was a very civil speech, said Beryl, ironically. I scarcely thought Lady Theobald had trained her so well.

She meant it, said Octavia. You mayn't believe it, but she did. I know when people mean things and when they don't. I wish I did, said Beryl. Octavia turned her attention to her fan. Well, I am waiting, she said. Waiting, he repeated. to be told of my faults.

But I scarcely see of what importance my opinion can be. It is of some importance to me, just now. The last two words rendered him really impatient, and it may be spurred him up. If we are to take Lucia Gaston as a model, he said, Lucia Gaston would possibly not have been so complacent in her demeanor toward our clerical friend. Complacent, she exclaimed, opening her lovely eyes,

when I was actually plunging about the garden trying to teach him to play, well, I shouldn't call that being complacent. Lucia Gaston, he replied, would not say that she had been plunging about the garden. She gave herself a moment for a reflection. That's true, she remarked when it was over. She wouldn't. When I compare myself with the Slowbridge girls, I begin to think I must say some pretty awful things.

Beryl made no reply, which caused her to laugh a little again. "'You daren't tell me,' she said. "'Now, do I?' "'Well, I don't think I want to know very particularly. "'What Lady Theobald thinks will last quite a good while?' "'Complacent.' "'I am sorry you object to the word,' he said. "'Oh, I don't,' she answered.

"'I like it. "'It sounds so much more polite than to say I was flirting and being fast.' "'Were you flirting?' he inquired coldly. "'He objected to her ready serenity very much. She looked a little puzzled. You are very like Aunt Belinda, she said. He drew himself up. He did not think there was any point of resemblance at all

between Miss Belinda and himself. She went on without observing his movement. You think everything means something, or is of some importance. You said that just as Aunt Belinda says, what will they think? It never occurs to me that they'll think at all. Gracious, why should they?

"'You will find they do,' he said. "'Well,' she said, glancing at the group gathered under the laburnum tree, "'just now Aunt Belinda thinks we had better go over to her. "'So suppose we do it.' "'At any rate, I found out that I was too complacent to Mr. Poppleton. "'When the party separated for the afternoon, "'Barrell took Lucia home, "'and Mr. Burmestone and the curate walked down the street together.

Mr. Poppleton was indeed most agreeably exhilarated, his expressive little countenance beamed with delight. What a very charming person Miss Bassett is, he exclaimed after they had left the gate. What a very charming person indeed. Very charming, said Mr. Bermastone with much seriousness, a prettier young person I certainly have never seen, and those wonderful gowns of hers. Oh, interrupted Mr. Poplton with natural confusion, I referred to Miss Belinda Bassett, though really what you say is very true, Miss Octavia Bassett, indeed, I think, in fact, Miss Octavia Bassett, is quite, one might almost say even more charming than her aunt.

Yes, admitted Mr. Burma Stone, perhaps one might. She is less ripe, it is true, but that is an objection time will remove. There was such a delightful gaiety in her manner, said Mr. Poppleton, such an ingenuous frankness, such a, such spirit. It quite carries me away with it, quite. He walked a few steps, thinking over this delightful gaiety and ingenuous frankness, and then burst out afresh. And what a remarkable life she has had, too. She actually told me that once in her childhood she lived for months in a gold-digger's camp,

the only woman there. She says the men were kind to her, and made a pet of her. She has known the most extraordinary people. In the meantime, Francis Beryl returned Lucia to Lady Theobald's safekeeping. Having done so, he made his adieu's, and left the two to themselves. Her ladyship was, it must be confessed, a little at a loss, to explain to herself what she saw, or fancied she saw, in the manner and appearance of her young relative. She was persuaded that she had never seen Lucia look as she looked this afternoon.

She had a brighter color in her cheeks than usual. Her pretty figure seemed more erect. Her eyes had a spirit in them which was quite new. She had chatted and laughed gaily with Francis Beryl as she approached the house, and after his departure she moved to and fro with a freedom not habitual to her. "'He has been making himself agreeable to her,' said my lady with grim pleasure. "'He can do it if he chooses, and he is just the man to please a girl. good-looking and with a fine domineering air.

How did you enjoy yourself? she asked. Very much, said Lucia. Never more, thank you. Oh, ejaculated my lady, and which of her smart New York gowns did Miss Octavia Bassett wear? They were at the dinner table, and instead of looking down at her soup, Lucia looked quietly and steadily across the table at her grandmother. She wore a very pretty one, she said. It was pale fawn color and fitted her.

her like a glove. She made me feel very old-fashioned and badly dressed. Lady Theobald lay down her spoon. She made you feel old-fashioned and badly dressed? You? Yes, responded Lucia. She always does. I wonder what she thinks of the things we wear in Slowbridge. And she even went to the length of smiling a little. What she thinks of what is worn in Slowbridge? Lady Theobald ejaculated. She. May I ask what weight the opinion of a young woman from America from Nevada is supposed to have in Slowbridge?

Lucia took a spoonful of soup in a leisurely manner. I don't think it is supposed to have any, but I don't think she minds that. I feel as if I shouldn't, if I were in her place, I have always thought her very lucky. You have thought her lucky, cried my lady. You have envied a Nevada young woman who dresses like an actress and loads herself with jewels like a barbarian? A girl whose conduct toward men is of a character to chill one's blood? They admire her, said Lucia simply.

More than they admire Lydia Egerton and more than they admire me. Do you admire her? demanded my lady. Yes, Grandmama, replied Lucia courageously. I think I do. Never had my lady been so astounded in her life, for a moment she could scarcely speak. When she recovered herself she pointed to the door. Go to your room, she commanded.

This is American freedom of speech, I suppose. Go to your room. Lucia rose obediently. She could not help wondering what her ladyship's course would be if she had had the hardihood to disregard her order. She really looked quite capable of carrying it out forcibly herself. When the girl stood at her bedroom window a few minutes later, her cheeks were burning and her hands trembling.

I am afraid it was very badly done, she said to herself. I am sure it was. But it will be a kind of practice. I was in such a hurry to try if I were equal to it that I didn't seem to balance things quite rightly. I ought to have waited until I had more reason to speak out. Perhaps there wasn't enough reason then, and I was more aggressive than I ought to have been.

Octavia is never aggressive. I wonder if I was at all pert. I don't think Octavia ever means to be pert. I felt a little as if I meant to be pert. I must learn to balance myself, and only be cool and frank. Then she looked out of the window, and reflected a little. I was not so very brave after all, she said rather reluctantly. I didn't tell her Mr. Burmastone was there.

I daren't have done that. I am afraid I am sly. That sounds sly. I am sure. End of Chapter 17. Recording by Bill Borsed. Chapter 18 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Libravox recording.

All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Amanda Friday. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 18. contrast. Lady Theobald will put a stop to it, was the general remark. It will certainly not occur again. This was said upon the evening of the first gathering upon Miss Belinda's Grass-Platte, and at the same time it was prophesied that Mr. Francis Beryl would soon go away. But neither

of the prophecies proved true. Mr. Francis Beryl did not return to London, and strange to say, Lucia was seen again and again playing croquet with Octavia Bessette, and was even known to spend evenings with her. Perhaps it might be that an appeal made by Miss Belinda to her ladyship had caused her to allow of these things. Miss Belinda had, in fact, made a private call upon my lady to lay her case before her. I feel so very timid about everything, she said, almost with tears, and so fearful of trusting myself that I really find it quite a trial. The dear child has such a kind heart. I assure you she has a kind heart, dear Lady Theobald, and is so in a innocent of any intention to do wrong. I am sure she is innocent, that it seems cruel to judge her

severely. If she had had the benefit of such training as dear Lucia's, I'm convinced that her conduct would have been most exemplary. She sees herself that she has faults. I am sure she does. She said to me only last night, in that odd way of hers. She had been sitting, evidently thinking deeply, for some minutes, and she said, I wonder if I shouldn't be nicer if I were more like Lucia Gaston. You see what turn her mind must have taken? She admires Lucia so much. Yesterday evening at dinner, said Lady Theobald severely,

Lucia informed me that she admired your niece. The feeling seems to be mutual. Miss Belinda colored and brightened visibly. Did she indeed? She exclaimed. How pleased Octavia will be to hear it! Did she indeed? Then, warned by a chilliness and lack of response,

in her ladyship's manner, she modified her delight and became apologetic again. These young people are more—are less critical than we are, she sighed. Octavia's great prettiness—I think—Lady Theobald interposed, that Lucia has been taught to feel that the body is corruptible and subject to decay, and that mere beauty is of small moment. Miss Belinda sighed again. That is very true, she admitted, deprecatingly. Very true indeed.

"'It is to be hoped that Octavia's stay in Slowbridge will prove beneficial to her,' said her ladyship in her most judicial manner. "'The atmosphere is wholly unlike that which has surrounded her during her previous life.' "'I'm sure it will prove beneficial to her,' said Miss Belinda eagerly. "'The companionship of well-trained and refined young people cannot fail to be of use to her. Such a companion as Lucia would be, if you would kindly permit her to spend an evening with us now and then, would certainly improve and modify her greatly. Mr. Francis Beryld is, is, I think, of the same opinion. At least I fancied I gathered as much from a few words he let fall.

"'Francis Beryl,' repeated Lady Theobald, and what did Francis Beryl's say? "'Of course it was but very little,' hesitated Miss Belinda. "'But—but I could not help seeing that he was drawing comparisons, as it were. Octavia was teaching Mr. Poppleton to play croquet, and she was rather exhilarated, and perhaps exhibited more freedom of manner in an innocent way, quite in an innocent, thoughtless way, than is exactly customary. And I saw Mr. Barreld glance from her to Lucia, who stood near, and when I said, You are thinking of the contrasts between them, he answered. Yes, they differ very greatly, it is true.

And of course I knew that my poor Octavia could not have the advantage in his eyes. She feels this herself, I know. She shocked me the other day, beyond expression, by telling me that she had asked him if he thought she was really fast and that she was sure he did. Poor child! She evidently did not comprehend the dreadful significance of such terms. A man like Francis Beryl does understand their significance, said Lady Theobald, and it is to be deplored that your niece cannot be taught what her position in society will be if such a reputation attaches itself to her. The men of the present day fight shy of such characters.

This dread clause so impressed poor Miss Belinda by its solemnity that she could not forbear repeating it to Octavia afterward, though it is to be regretted that it did not produce the effect she had hoped. "'Well, I must say,' she observed, "'that if some men fought a little shyer than they do, I shouldn't mind it. You always do have about half a dozen dangling around, who only bore you, and who will keep asking you to go place?'

and sending you bouquets, and asking you to dance when they can't dance at all, and only tear your dress and stand on your feet. If they would fight shy, it would be splendid. To Miss Belinda, who certainly had never been guilty of the indecorum of having any member of the stronger sex dangling about at all, this was very trying. "'My dear,' she said, "'don't say you always have. It—it really seems to make it so personal.' Octavia turned around and fixed her eyes wonderingly upon her blushing countenance. For a moment she made no remark, a marvelous thought shaping itself slowly in her mind. Aunt Belinda, she said at length, did nobody ever—

"'Ah, no, my dear, no, no, I assure you,' cried Miss Belinda, in the greatest possible trepidation. "'Ah, dear, no, such—such things rarely, very rarely happen in Slowbridge, and besides, I couldn't possibly have thought of it. I couldn't indeed.' She was so overwhelmed with maidenly confusion at the appalling thought that she did not recover herself for half an hour at least. Octavia, feeling that it would not be safe to pursue the subject, only uttered one word of comment. Gracious!

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by Francis Hodgians Burd Chapter 19 An Experiment Much to her own astonishment Lucia found herself aloud New Liberty. She was permitted to spend the afternoon frequently Bill Octavia and on several occasions that young lady

and Miss Bassett were invited to partake of tea at Oaklaugh in comedy with no other guests than Francis Barreld. I don't know what it means and I think it must being something, said Lucia to Octavia, but it is very pleasant. I never was allowed to be so intimate with anyone

before. Perhaps, suggested Octavia sagely, she thinks that if you see me often enough, you will get sick of me, and it will be a lesson to you. The more I see of you, answered Lucia, with a serious little air, the fonder I am of you.

I understand you better. You are not at all like what I thought you at first, Octavia. But I don't know that there's much to understand in me. There was a great deal to understand in you, she replied. You are a puzzle to me often. You seem so frank, and yet one knows so little about you after all. For instance, Lucia went on, who would imagine that you were so affectionate?

Am I affectionate, she asked? Yes, answered Lucia. I am sure you are very affectionate. I have found it out gradually. You would suffer things for anyone you loved. Octavia thought the matter over. Yes, she said at length. I would.

You are very fond of Miss Dacet, perceived Lucia, as if arranging her at the bar of justice. You are very fond of your father, and I am sure there are other people you are very fond of, very fond of indeed. Octavia pondered seriously again. Yes, there are, she remarked. But no one would care about them here, and so I'm not going to make a fuss. You don't want to make a fuss over people you like. You don't, said Lucia.

You are like Francis Barrell in one way, but you were altogether different than another. Francis Barrow does not wish to show emotion, and he is so determined to hedge himself around that one can't help suspect him that he is always guarding himself against one. He seems always to be resenting any interference, but you do not appear to care at all, and so it is not natural that one should suspect you. I did not suspect you. What do you suspect me of now? Of thinking a great deal, answered Lucia affectionately, and of being very clever and very good.

Octavia was silent for a few moments. I think, she said after the pause, I think you'll find out that it's a mistake. No, I shall not, return Lucia, quite glowing with enthusiasm, and I know I shall learn a great deal from you. This was such a startling proposition that Octavia felt decidedly uncomfortable. She flushed Rosie Red. I'm the one who want to learn things, I think, she said.

I'm always doing things that frighten Aunt Belinda, and you know how the rest regard me. Octavia, said Lucia, very naively indeed. suppose we try to help each other. If you will tell me what I am wrong, I will try to, to have the courage to tell you. That will be good practice for me.

What I want most is courage and frankness, and I am sure it will take courage to make up my mind to tell you of your mistakes. Octavia regarded her with mingled admiration and respect. I think that's a splendid idea, she said. Are you sure, Fault of Lucia? Are you sure you won't mind the things I may have have to say? Really, they are quite little things in themselves, hardly worth mentioning.

Tell me one of them right now, said Octavia, point blank. Oh, no, exclaimed Lucia, starting. I'd rather not just now. Well, commented Octavia, that sounds as if they must be pretty unpleasant. Why don't you want to? They will be quite as bad tomorrow, and to refuse to tell me one is a bad beginning. It looks as if you were frightened, and it isn't good practice for you to be frightened at such a little thing. lucia felt convicted she made an effort to regain her composure no it is not she said but that is always the way i am constantly telling myself that i will be courageous and candid and the first time anything happens i fail i will tell you one thing she stopped short here and looked at octavia guiltily it is something i think i would do if-if i were in your place lucia stammered a very little thing indeed

Well, remarked Octavia anxiously, Lucia lost her breath, caught it again, and proceeded cautiously, and with blushes at her own derrick. If I were in your place, she said, I think that perhaps, only perhaps you know, I would not wear my hair quite so low down over my forehead. Octavia sprang from her seat and ran to the pier glass over the mantle. She glanced at the reflection of her own startled pretty face,

and then, putting her hand up to her soft blonde bang, which meant her brows, turned to Lucia. Isn't it becoming? She asked breathlessly. Oh, yes, Lucia answered. Very. Octavia started. Then why wouldn't you wear it?

She cried. What do you mean? Lucia felt her position, coolly a delicate one. She locked her hands and braced herself, but she blushed vividly. It may sound rather silly when I'm not. tell you why Octavia, she said. But I really do think it is a sort of reason. You know in those absurd pictures of actresses, bangs always seem to be the principal feature. I saw some of the

shop windows when I went to Harreford with Grandma Ma, and they were such dreadful woman, some of them, and had so very few clothes on, that I can't help thinking I shouldn't like to look like them, and does it make me look like them? Oh, oh very little, answered Lucia, Very little in D, of course, but it's the same thing after all, put in Octavia. That's what you mean. It is so very little, faltered Lucia, that perhaps it isn't a reason? Octavia looked at herself in the glass again. It isn't a very good reason, she remarked, but I suppose it will do.

She paused and looked Lucia in the face. I don't think that's a little thing, she said. To be told you look like an opera buffet actress? I did not mean to say something. so, cried Lucia, filled with the most poignant distress. I beg your pardon. Indeed, I—oh, dear, I was afraid you wouldn't like it. I felt that it was taking a great liberty.

I don't like it, answered Octavia, but that can be held. I didn't exactly suppose I should. But I wasn't going to say anything about your hair when I began, glancing at poor Lucia's Corfier, though I suppose I might. You might say a thousand things about it, cried Lucia piteously. I know that mine is not only in bad taste, but it is utterword. ugly and unbecoming. Yes, said Octavia, coolly. It is.

And yours is neither the one nor the other, protested Lucia. You know I told you what was pretty, Octavia. Octavia walked over to the table, upon which stood Miss Belinda's workbasket, and took, therefore, a small and gleaming pair of scissors, returning to the mantel glass with them. How short shall I cut it, she demanded. Oh, exclaimed Lucia. Don't, don't! For answer, Octavia raised the scissors and gave a snip.

It was a savage snip, and half the length of width of her love locks fell on the mantle. Then she gave another snip, and the other half fell. Lucia scarcely dared to breathe. For a moment, Octavia stood gazing at herself, with pale face and dilated eyes. Then suddenly the folly of the deed she had done seemed to reveal itself to her. Oh! she cried out. Oh, how diabolical it looks! She turned upon Lucia.

Why did you make me do it? She exclaimed. It's all your fault. Every bit of it. and flinging the scissors to the other end of the room, she threw herself into a chair and burst into tears. Lucia's anguish of mind was almost more than she could bear. For at least three minutes, she felt herself a criminal of the deepest eye. After those three minutes had elaps, however, she began to reason

and called to mind the fact that she was failing as usual under her crisis. This is being a coward again, she said to herself. It is worse than to have said nothing. It is true that she will look more refined. Now one can see a little of her forehead. and it is cowardly to be afraid to stand firm when I really think so. I, yes, I will say something to her. Octavia?

She began aloud. I am sure you are making a mistake again. This as decidedly as possible, which was not very decidedly. You look very much nicer. I look ghastly, said Octavia, who began to feel rather absurd. You do not. Your forehead, you have the prettiest forehead I ever saw, Octavia, said Lucia eagerly. and your eyebrows are perfect.

I wish you would look at yourself again? Rather to her surprise, Octavia began to laugh under cover of her handkerchief. Reaction had set in, and, though the laugh was a tribal hysterical, it was still a laugh. Next, she gave her eyes a final little dab, and rose to go to the glass again. She looked at herself, touched up the short, waving fringe left on her forehead, and turned to Lucia, with a resigned expression. Do you think that anyone who was used to seeing it the other way would think I looked horrid? She inquired anxiously.

They would think you prettier. A great deal, Lucia answered earnestly. Don't you know, Octavia, that nothing could be really unbecoming to you? You have that kind of face. For a few seconds, Octavia seemed to lose herself in the thought of a speculative nature. Jack always said so, she remarked at length. Jack? repeated Lucia timidly. Octavia roused herself and smiled with candid sweetness.

He is someone I knew in Nevada, she explained. He worked in Father's mind once. you must have known him very well suggested lucia somewhat odd i did she replied collie very well she tucked away her pocket-handkerchief in the jaunty pocket in the back of her basket and returned to her chair then she turned again to lucia well she said i think you have found out that you were mistaken haven't you dear suppose you tell me of something else lucia covered no she answered that is enough for to-day End of Chapter 19. Recording by Todd. Chapter 20 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Libravox recording.

All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Amanda Friday. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 20. Peculiar to Nevada. Whether or not Lucia was right in accusing Octavia Bissette of being clever, and thinking a great deal, is a riddle which those who are interested in her must unravel as they read, but whether the surmise was correct or incorrect, it seemed possible that she had thought a little after the

interview. When Beryl saw her next, he was struck by a slight but distinctly definable change he recognized in her dress in coiffure. Her pretty hair had a rather less professional appearance. He had the pleasure of observing for the first time how very white her forehead was and how delicate the arch of her eyebrows. Her dress had a novel air of simplicity, and the diamond rings were nowhere to be seen. She's better dressed than usual, he said to himself, and she's always well-dressed, rather too well-dressed, fact is, for a place like this.

This sort of thing is in better form under the circumstances. It was so much better form, and he so far approved of it that he quite thawed, and was very amiable and very entertaining indeed. Octavia was entertaining, too. She asked several most interesting questions. Do you think, she inquired, that it is bad taste to wear diamonds? My mother wears them, occasionally.

Have you any sisters? No. Any cousins, as young as I am? Yes. Do they wear them? I must admit, he replied, that they don't. "'In the first place, you know, they haven't any.

"'And in the second, I am under the impression that Lady Beauchamp, "'their mama, you know, wouldn't permit it if they had.' "'Wouldn't permit it?' said Octavia. "'I suppose they always do as she tells them.' "'He smiled a little. "'They would be very courageous young women if they didn't,' he remarked. "'What would she do if they tried it?' she inquired. "'She couldn't beat them.'

"'They will never try it,' he answered dryly. and though I have never seen her beat them or heard their lamentations under chastisement, I should not like to say that Lady Beauchamp could not do anything. She is a very determined person, for a gentlewoman. Octavia laughed. You are joking, she said. Lady Beauchamp is a serious subject for jokes, he responded. My cousins think so, at least.

I wonder if she is as bad as Lady Theobald, Octavia reflected aloud. she says I have no right to wear diamonds at all until I am married. But I don't mind Lady Theobald, she added, as a cheerful afterthought, I am not fond enough of her to care about what she says. Are you fond of anyone? Beryl inquired, speaking with a languid air, but at the same time glancing at her with some slight interest from under his eyelids. Lucia says I am, she returned, with the calmness of a young person

who wished to regard the matter from an unembarrassed point of view. Lucia says I am affectionate. Ah, deliberately, are you? She turned and looked at him serenely. Should you think so? she asked. This was making such a personal matter of the question that he did not exactly enjoy it. It was certainly not good form

to pull a man up in such cool style. Really, he replied, I, uh, have had no opportunity of judging. He had not the slightest intention of being amusing, but to his infinite disgust he discovered as soon as he spoke that she was amused. She laughed outright and evidently only checked herself because he looked so furious. In consideration for his feelings, she assumed an air of mild but preternatural seriousness. No, she remarked. That is true.

You haven't, of course. He was silent. He did not enjoy being amusing at all, and he made no pretense of appearing to submit to the indignity calmly. She bent forward a little. Ah, she exclaimed, you are mad again. I mean you are vexed. I am always vexing you. There was a hint of appeal in her voice,

which rather pleased him, but he had no intention of relenting at once. I confess I am at a loss to know why you laughed, he said. Are you? she asked. Really? Letting her eyes rest upon him anxiously for a moment. Then she actually gave vent to a little sigh. We look at things so differently, that's it, she said.

I suppose it is, he responded, still chillingly. In spite of this, she suddenly assumed a comparatively, cheerful aspect. A happy thought occurred to her. Lucia would beg your pardon, she said. I am learning good manners from Lucia. Suppose I beg your pardon. It is quite unnecessary, he replied. Lucia wouldn't think so, she said.

And why shouldn't I be as well behaved as Lucia? I beg your pardon. He felt rather absurd, and yet somewhat mollified. She had a way of looking at him sometimes, when she had been unpleasant, which rather soothed him. In fact, he had found of late, a little to his private annoyance, that it was very easy for her either to soothe or disturb him. And now, just as Octavia had settled down into one of the prettiest and least difficult

of her moods, there came a knock at the front door, which, being answered by Mary Anne, was found to announce the cure. of St. James. Enter, consequently, the Reverend Arthur Poppleton, blushing, a trifletimorous, perhaps, but happy beyond measure to find himself in Miss Belinda's parlor again with Miss Belinda's niece. Perhaps the least possible shade of his joyousness

died out when he caught sight of Mr. Francis Beryl, and certainly Mr. Francis Beryl was not at all delighted to see him. What does the fellow want? That gentleman was saying inwardly, what does he come simpering and turning pink here for? Why doesn't he go and see some of his old women and read tracks to them? That's his business. Octavia's manner toward her visitor formed a fresh grievance for Beryl.

She treated the curate very well indeed. She seemed glad to see him. She was wholly at her ease with him. She made no trying remarks to him. She never stopped to fix her eyes upon him in that inexplicable style, and she did not laugh when there seemed nothing to laugh at. She was so gay and good-humored that the Reverend Arthur Poppleton beamed and flourished under her treatment.

and forgot to change color, and even ventured to talk a good deal, and make divers quite presentable little jokes. I should like to know, thought Beryl, growing sulkier as the others grew merrier. I should like to know what she finds so interesting in him, and why she chooses to treat him better than she treats me, for she certainly does treat him better. It was hardly fair, however, that he should complain, for at times he was treated extremely well, and his intimacy with Octavia progressed quite rapidly. perhaps if the truth were told it was always himself who was the first means of checking it by some suddenly prudent instinct which led him to feel that perhaps he was in rather a delicate position and had better not indulge in too much of a good thing

he had not been ineligible and unimpeachable desirable party for ten years without acquiring some of that discretion which is said to be the better part of valor the matter-of-fact error with which octavia accepted his attentions caused him to pull himself up sometimes If he had been Brown, or Jones, or even Robinson, she could not have appeared to regard them as more entirely natural. When, he had gone so far once or twice, he had deigned to make a more than usual agreeable speech to her, it was received with none of that charming, sensitive tremor to which he was accustomed. Octavia neither blushed nor dropped her eyes. It did not add to Beryl's satisfaction, to find her as cheerful and ready to be amused by a mild little curate, who blushed and stammered, and was neither brilliant, graceful, nor distinguished. Could not Octavia see the wide difference between the two?

Regarding the matter in this light, and watching Octavia as she encouraged her visitor and laughed at his jokes, and never once tripped him up by asking him a startling question, did not, as already has been said, improved Mr. Francis Beryl's temper, and by the time his visit was over, he had lapsed into his coldest and most haughty manner. As soon as Miss Belinda entered and engaged Mr. Poppleton for a moment, he rose and crossed the little room to Octavia's side.

I must bid you good afternoon, he said. Octavia did not rise. Sit down a minute, while Aunt Belinda is talking about red flannel nightcaps in Lombago, she said. I wanted to ask you something. By the way, what is Lombago? Is that what you wanted to ask me? He inquired stiffly. No, I just thought of that.

Have you ever had it? And what is it like? All the old people in Slowbridge have it, and they tell you all about it. it when you go to see them. Aunt Belinda says so. What I wanted to ask you was different. Possibly Miss Beset might be able to tell you, he remarked. About the Lombago? Well, perhaps she might. I'll ask her. Do you think a bad taste in me to wear diamonds? She said this with the most delightful seriousness, fixing her eyes upon him with her very prettiest look of candid appeal, as if it were the most natural thing in the world that she should apply to him for information. He felt himself

faltering again. How white that bit of forehead was! How soft that blonde waving fringe of hair! What a lovely shape her eyes were, and how large and clear as she raised them! Why do you ask me? he inquired. Because I think you are an unprejudiced person. Lady Theobald is not. I have confidence in you. Tell me. There was a slight pause. Really, he said after it. I can scarcely believe that my opinion can be of any value in your eyes. I am, can only tell you that it is hardly customary in—and in England for young people to wear a profusion of ornament. I wonder if I wear a profusion. You don't need any, he condescended.

You are too young and—all that sort of thing. She glanced down at her slim, unringed hands for a moment, her expression quite thoughtful. Lucia and I almost quarreled the other day, she said. At least I almost quarreled. It isn't so nice to be told of things, after all. "'I must say I don't like it as much as I thought I should. "'He kept his seat longer than he had intended, "'and when he rose to go,

"'the Reverend Arthur Poppleton was shaking hands with Miss Belinda, "'and so it fell out that they left the house together. "'You know Miss Octavia beset well, I suppose,' "'remarked Beryl, with condescension, "'as they passed through the gate. "'You clergymen, our fortunate fellows. "'I wish that others knew her as well, sir,' "'said the little gentleman, kindling.

"'I wish they knew her, "'her generosity and kindness of her. heart and ready sympathy with misfortune. Ah, commented Mr. Beryl, twisting his mustache with somewhat of an incredulous air. This was not at all the sort of thing he had expected to hear. For his own part, it would not have occurred to him to suspect her of the possession of such desirable and orthodox qualities. There are those who misunderstand her, cried the curate, warming with his subject,

who misunderstand and, yes, and apply harsh terms to her innocent gaiety and freedom of speech. If they knew her as I do, they would cease to do so. I should scarcely have thought, began Beryl. There are many who scarcely think it, if you will pardon my interrupting you, said the curate. I think they would scarcely believe it if I felt at liberty to tell them, which I regret to say I do not. I am almost breaking my word and saying what I cannot help saying to yourself. The poor under my care are better off since she came. And there are some who have seen her more than once, though she did not go as a teacher, or to reprove them for faults, and her way of doing

what she did was new to them, and perhaps much less serious than they were accustomed to, and they liked it all the better. Ah, commented Beryl again, flannel undergarments and that sort of thing. No, with much spirit, not at all, sir. But what, as I said, they liked much better? It is not often they made a beautiful creature who comes among them with open, and hands, and the natural, ungrudging way of giving which she has. Sometimes they are at a loss to understand, as well as the rest. They have been used to what is narrower and more, more exacting. They have been used to Lady Theobald, observed Beryl, with a faint smile.

It would not become me to—to mention Lady Theobald in any disparaging manner, replied the curate, but the best and most charitable among us do not always carry out our good intentions in the best way. I dare say Lady Theobald would consider Miss Octavia Bissette too readily influenced and too lavish. She is as generous with her money as with her diamonds, perhaps, said Beryl, possibly the quality is peculiar to Nevada. We part here, Mr. Poppleton, I believe. Good morning. End of Chapter 20. Recording by Amanda Friday. Chapter 21 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Amanda Friday A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 21 Lord Lansdown One morning in the following week, Mrs. Burnham attired herself in her second best black silk, and leaving the Mrs. Burnham practicing diligently,

turned her steps towards Old Claw Hall. Arriving there, she was ushered into the blue drawing-room by Dobson, in his character of footman, and in a few minutes Lucia appeared. When Mrs. Burnham saw her, she assumed a slight air of surprise. "'Why, my dear,' she said as she shook hands, "'I should scarcely have known you!' And though this was something of an exaggeration, there was some excuse for the exclamation.

Lucia was looking very charming, and several changes might be noted in her. her attire and appearance. The ugly twist had disappeared from her delicate head, and in its place were soft, loose waves and light puffs. She had even ventured on allowing a few ringed locks to stray onto her forehead. Her white morning dress no longer wore the trademark of Miss Chickie, but had been remodeled by someone of more taste. "'What a pretty gown, my dear,' said Mrs. Burnham, glancing at it curiously. "'A Watto plate down the back. Isn't it a Watto plate? and little ruffles down the front, in pale pink bows,

it is quite like some of Miss Octavia Bessette's dresses, only not so overtrimmed. I do not think Octavia's dresses would seem overtrimmed if she wore them in London or Paris, said Lucia bravely. It is only because we are so very quiet and dress so little in Slowbridge that they seem so. "'And your hair?' remarked Mrs. Burnham. "'You drew your idea of that from some style of hers, I suppose. "'Very becoming, indeed.' well well and how does lady theobald like all this my dear i am not sure that lucia was beginning when her ladyship interrupted her by entering my dear lady theobald cried her visitor rising i hope you are well

i have just been complimenting lucia upon her pretty dress and her new style of dressing her hair miss octavia beset has been giving her the benefit of her experience it appears we have not been doing her justice who would have believed that she had come from nevada to improve us miss octavia beset said my lady sonorously has come from nevada to teach our young people a great many things new fashions and duty and demeanor and respect for their elders let us hope they will be benefited "'If you will excuse me, Grandmama,' said Lucia, speaking in a soft, steady voice, "'I will go and write the letters you wished written.' "'Go,' said my lady, with majesty, and having bidden Mrs. Burnham good-morning, Lucy went. If Mrs. Burnham had expected any explanation of her ladyship's evident displeasure, she was doomed to disappointment. That excellent and rigorous gentlewoman had a stern sense of dignity, which forbade her condescending to the confidential weakness of mere ordinary mortals.

Instead of referring to Lucia, she broached a more commonplace topic. "'I hope your rheumatism does not threaten you again, Mrs. Burnham,' she remarked. "'I am very well, thank you, my dear,' said Mrs. Burnham, "'so well that I am thinking quite seriously of taking the dear girls to the garden party when it comes off.' "'To the garden party?' repeated her ladyship. "'May I ask who thinks of giving a garden party in Slowbridge?' "'It is no one in Slowbridge,' replied this lady cheerfully. "'Someone who lives a little out of Slowbridge.

"'Mr. Burmestone, my dear Lady Theobald, at his new place. "'Mr. Burmestone? "'Yes, my dear, and a most charming affair it is to be, "'if we are to believe all we hear. "'Surely you have heard something of it from Mr. Beryld.' "'Mr. Beryl has not been to Old Claw for several days. "'Then he will tell you when he comes, "'for I suppose he has as much to do with it, as Mr. Bermestone.

"'I have heard before,' announced, my lady, of men of Mr. Bermistone's class securing the services of persons of established position in society when they wished to spend their money upon entertainments. But I should scarcely have imagined that Francis Beryl would have allowed himself to be made a party to such a transaction. But, put in Mrs. Burnham rather eagerly, it appears that Mr. Burmestone is not such an obscure person, after all. He is an Oxford man, and came off with honours. He is quite a well-born man, and gives this entertainment in honourable. of his friend and relation, Lord Lansdown.

Lord Lansdown, echoed her ladyship sternly. Son of the Marquoise of Lauderdale, whose wife was Lady Anora Ero. Did Mr. Bermastone give you this information? asked Lady Theobald with ironic calmness. Mrs. Burnham coloured never so faintly. I—that is to say— There is a sort of acquaintance between one of my maids

and the butler at the Bermestone place, and when the girl was doing Lydia's hair, she told her the story. Lord Lansdown and his father are quite fond of Mr. Bermastone, it is said. It seems rather singular to my mind that we should not have known of this before. But how should we learn? We none of us know Lord Lansdown, or even the Marquise. I think he is only a second or third cousin. We are a little—just a little set in Slowbridge, you know, my dear. At least I have thought so sometimes lately. I must confess, remarked my lady, that I have not regarded the

the matter in that light. "'That's because you have a right to—to be a little set than the rest of us,' was the amiable response. Lady Theobald did not disclaim the privilege. She felt the sentiment an extremely correct one. But she was not very warm in her manner during the remainder of the call, and incongruous as such a statement may appear. It must be confessed that she felt that Miss Octavia Bessette must have something to do with

these defections on all sides, and that garden parties, and all such swervings from established Slowbridge custom were the natural result of Nevada frivolity and freedom of manners. It may be that she felt remotely that even Lord Lansdown, and the Marquoise of Lauderdale, were to be referred to the same reprehensible cause. And that, but for Octavia Bessette, Mr. Bermistone would not have been educated at Oxford and have come off with honours, and have turned out to be related to respectable people, but would have remained in appropriate obscurity. "'I suppose,' she said afterward to Lucille.

that your friend Miss Octavia Bissette is in Mr. Bermistone's confidence, if no one else has been permitted to have that honor. I have no doubt she has known of this approaching entertainment for some weeks. I do not know, Grandmama, replied Lucia, putting her letters together and gaining color as she bent over them. She was wondering, with inward trepidation, what her ladyship would say if she knew the whole truth, if she knew that it was her granddaughter, and not Octavia Bessette, who enjoyed Mr. Bermistone's confidence.

Ah, she thought, how could I ever dare to tell her? The same day Francis Beryl suntered up to pay them a visit, and then, as Mrs. Burnham had prophesied, Lady Theobald heard all she wished to hear, and indeed a great deal more. What is this I am told of Mr. Bermestone, Francis? She inquired. That he intends to give a garden party, and that Lord Lansdown is to be one of the guests, and that he has caused it to be circulated that they are cousins.

"'That Lansdown has caused it to be circulated, or Burmastone?' "'It is scarcely likely that Lord Lansdown.' "'Beged pardon,' he interrupted, fixing his single glass dexterously in his right eye, and gazing at her ladyship through it. "'Can't see why Lansdown should object. "'Fact is, he's a great deal fonder of Burmastone than relations usually are of each other. "'Now, I often find that kind of thing a bore, but Lansdown doesn't seem to. "'They were at school together, it seems, and at all.

Oxford, too, and Burmestone is supposed to have behaved pretty well towards Lansdown at one time, when he was rather a wild fellow, so the father and mother say. As to Burmestone causing it to be circulated, that sort of thing is rather absurd. The man isn't a cad, you know. Pray don't say you know, Francis, said her ladyship. I know very little but what I have chanced to see, and I must confess I have not been prepossessed in Mr. Bermistone's favor. Why should he not choose to inform us? That he was Lord Lansdown's second. cousin and knew the Marquise of Lauderdale, Grandmama? Broke in Lucia with a very pretty spirit.

Would that have prepossessed you in his favor? Would you have forgiven him for building the mills on Lord Landstown's account? I—I wish I was related to a Marquise, which was very bold indeed. May I ask, said her ladyship, in her most monumental manner, when you became Mr. Burmiston's champion? End of Chapter 21. recording by Amanda Friday Chapter 22 of A Fair Barbarian

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when she had become Mr. Bermastone's champion, indeed. She could scarcely have told when, unless perhaps she had fixed the date at the first time she had heard his name introduced at a high tea, with every politely appropriate epithet affixed. She had defended him in her own mind then, and felt sure that he deserved very little that was said against him, and very likely nothing at all. And the first time she had seen and spoken to him, she had been convinced that he had not made a mistake, and that he had been treated with cruel injustice. How kind he was, how manly, how clever,

and how well he bore himself under the popular adverse criticism. She only wondered that anybody could be so blind and stupid and willful as to assail him. And if this had been the case in those early days, imagine what she felt now when— Ah, well, when her friendship had had time and opportunity to become a much deeper sentiment. Must it be confessed that she had seen Mr. Bermistone even oftener than Octavia and Miss Belinda knew of? Of course it had all been quite accidental, but it had happened that now and then, when she had been taking a quiet walk in the lanes about Oldclaw, she had encountered a gentleman

who had dismounted and led his horse by the bridle, as he sauntered by her side. She had always been very timid at such times, and had felt rather like a criminal. But Mr. Bermastone had not been timid at all, and would indeed, as soon have met Lady Theobald as not, for which courage his companion admired him more than ever. It was not very long before to be with this hero reassured her, and made her feel stronger and more self-reliant. She was never afraid to open her soft little heart to him, and show him innocently all its goodness and ignorance of worldliness. She warmed and brightened under his kindly influence, and was often surprised in secret at her own simple readiness of wit and speech. It is odd that I am such a different girl when—when I am with her very much.

you," she said to him one day. I even make little jokes. I never should think of making even the tiniest joke before grandmama. Somehow she never seems quite to understand jokes. She never laughs at them. You always laugh, and I'm sure it is very kind of you to encourage me, so. But you must not encourage me too much, or I might forget and make a little joke at dinner, and I think if I did she would choke over her soup.

Perhaps, when she dressed her hair and adorned herself with pale pink bows and like a pertinences, this artful young person had privately in mind other beholders than mrs burnham an other commendation than that to be bestowed by that most excellent matron do you mind my telling you that you have put on an enchanted garment said mr bermistone the first time they met when she wore one of the old new gowns i thought i knew before how i don't mind it at all said lucia blushing brilliantly i rather like it it rewards me for my industry my hair is dressed in a new way i hope you like that too grandmama does not it had been lady theobald's habit to treat lucia severely from a sense of duty her manner toward her had always rather the tone of implying that she was naturally at fault and yet her ladyship could not have told wherein she wished the girl changed in the good old school in which my lady had been trained It was customary to regard young people as weak, foolish, and if left to their own desires, frequently sinful. Lucia had not been left to her own desires. She had been taught to view herself as rather a bad case, and to feel that she was far from being what her relatives had a right to expect. To be thrown with a person who did not find her silly or dull or commonplace was a new

experience. If I had been clever, Lucia said once to Mr. Bermastone, If I had been clever, perhaps Grandmama would have been more satisfied with me. I have often wished I had been clever. If you had been a boy, replied Mr. Burmiston rather grimly, and had squandered her money, and run into debt and bullied her, you would have been her idol, and she would have pinched and starved herself to supply Your Highness's extravagance. When the Garden Party rumor began to take definite form, and there was no doubt as to Mr. Burmastone's intentions, a discussion arose at once and went on in every jane's

genteel parlor. Would Lady Theobald allow Lucia to go? And if she did not allow her, would not such a course appear very pointed, indeed? It was universally decided that it would appear pointed, but that Lady Theobald would not mind that in the least, and perhaps would rather enjoy it than otherwise, and it was thought Lucia would not go, and it is very likely that Lucia would have remained at home, if it had not been for the influence of Mr. Francis Beryl. Making a call at Old claw. He found his August relative in a very majestic mood, and she applied to him again for information. "'Perhaps,' she said, "'you may be able to tell me whether it is true, that Belinda Bessette, Belinda Bessette,' with emphasis,

"'has been invited by Mr. Bermiston to assist him to receive his guess.' "'Yes, it is true,' was the reply. "'I think I advised it myself. Burmiston is fond of her. They are great friends. man needs a woman at such times. And he chose Belinda Beset. In the first place he is on friendly terms with her, as I said before, replied Beryl. In the second, she's just what he wants. Well-bred, kind-hearted, not likely to make rows, etc.

There was a slight pause before he finished, adding quietly, He's not the man to submit to being refused, Bermastone. Lady Theobald did not reply, or raise her eyes from her work. She knew he was looking at her with calm fixedness, through the glass he held in its place so cleverly, and she detested this more than anything else, perhaps because she was invariably quelled by it and found she had nothing to say.

He did not address her again immediately, but turned to Lucia, dropping the eyeglass, and resuming his normal condition. You will go, of course, he said. Lucia glanced across at my lady. I... do not know. Grandmama, oh! interposed Beryl, you must go.

There is no reason for your refusing the invitation, unless you wish to imply something unpleasant, which is, of course, out of the question. But there may be reasons, began her ladyship. Bermastone is my friend, put in Beryl, in his coolest tone, and I am your relative, which would make my position in his house a delicate one if he has offended you. When Lucia saw Octavia again, she was able to tell her

that they had received invitations to the fate, and that Lady Theobald had accepted them. She has not spoken a word to me about it, but she has accepted them, said Lucia. I don't quite understand her lately, Octavia. She must be very fond of Francis Beryl. He never gives way to her in the least, and she always seems to submit to him. I know she would not have let me go if he had not insisted on it, in that taking it for granted way of his.

Naturally, Mr. Bermiston's fate caused great excitement. Miss Chicky was never so busy in her life, and there were rumors that her feelings had been outraged by the discovery that Mrs. Burnham had sent to Hereford for costumes for her daughters. "'Slowbridge is changing, mem,' said Miss Chicky, with brilliant sarcasm. "'Our ladies is led in their fashions by a Nevada young person. We're improving most rapid, more rapid than I'd ever have dared to hope. Do you prefer a frill or a flounce, mem?'

Octavia was in great good spirits at the prospect of the gaieties in question. she had been in remarkably good spirits for some weeks she had received letters from nevada containing good news she had had gone up again and her father had almost settled his affairs and it would not be long before he would come to england she looked so exhilarated over the matter that lucia felt a little aggrieved "'Will you be so glad to leave us, Octavia?' she asked. "'We shall not be so glad to let you go. We have grown very fond of you.' "'I shall be sorry to leave you. And Aunt Belinda is going with us. "'You don't expect me to be very fond of Slowbridge, do you, "'and to be sorry I can't take Mrs. Burnham, and the rest?' "'Barreld was present when she made this speech, and it rather rankled.

"'Am I one of the rest?' he inquired, the first time he found himself alone with her. He was sufficiently piqued to forget his usual houture and discretion. Would you like to be? She said. Oh, very much, very much, naturally, he replied severely. They were standing near a rose bush in the garden, and she plucked a rose and regarded it with deep interest. Well, she said next,

I must say I think I shouldn't have had such a good time if you hadn't been here. You have made it livelier. Thanks, he remarked. You are most kind. "'Oh,' she answered, "'it's true. "'If it wasn't, I shouldn't say it. "'You and Mr. Burmestone and Mr. Poppleton

"'have certainly made it livelier. "'He went home in such a bad humor, "'that his host, who was rather happier than usual, "'commented upon his grave aspect at dinner. "'You look as if you've heard ill news, old fellow,' he said. "'What's up?' "'Oh, nothing,' he was answered serdonically. "'Nothing whatever.

"'Unless that I have been rather snubbed "'by a young lady from Nevada.' "'Ah, with great seriousness. "'That's rather cool, isn't it?' "'It's her little way,' said Beryl. "'It seems to be one of the customs of Nevada. "'In fact, he was very savage indeed. "'He felt that he had condescended a good deal lately.

"'He seldom bestowed his time on women, "'and when he did so, at rare intervals, "'he chose those who would do the most honor to his taste "'at the least cost of trouble, "'and he was obliged to confess to himself "'that he had broken. his rule in this case. Upon analyzing his motives and necessities, he found that after all, he must have extended his visit simply because he chose to see more of this young woman from Nevada,

and that really, upon the whole, he had borne a good deal from her. Sometimes he had been much pleased with her and very well entertained, but often enough, in fact, rather too often, she had made him exceedingly uncomfortable. Her manners were not what he was accustomed to. She did not consider that all men were not to be regarded from the same point of view. Perhaps he did not put into definite words the noble and patriotic sentiment that an Englishman was not to be regarded from the same point of view as an American, and that though all this sort of thing might do with fellows in New York,

it was scarcely what an Englishman would stand. Perhaps, as I say, he had not put the sentiment into words, but it is quite certain that it had been uppermost in his mind upon more occasions than one. As he thought their acquaintance over this evening, he was rather severe upon Octavia. He even was roused so far as to condescend to talk her over with Bermastone. If she had been well brought up, he said, she would have been a different creature. Very different, I have no doubt, said Bermastone thoughtfully. When you say well brought up, by the way, do you mean brought up like your cousin, Miss Gaston?

"'There is a medium,' said Beryl loftily. "'I regret to say Lady Theobald has not hit upon it.' "'Well, as you say,' commented Mr. Bermistone, "'I suppose there is a medium.' "'A charming wife she would make for a man with a position to maintain,' remarked Beryl, with a short and somewhat savage laugh. "'Octavia Bessette,' queried Bermistone. "'That's true, but I am afraid she wouldn't enjoy it,

"'if you are supposing the man to be an Englishman "'brought up in the regulation groove.' "'Ah!' exclaimed Berylton patiently. "'I was not looking at it from her point of view, but from his.' "'Mr. Bermestone slipped his hands in his pockets "'and jingled his keys slightly, "'as he did once before in an earlier part of this narrative. "'Ah, from his,' he repeated.

"'Not from hers. "'His point of view would differ from hers, naturally.' "'Barled flashed a little, "'and took his cigar from his mouth. to knock off the ashes. A man is not necessarily a snob, he said, because he is cool enough not to lose his head, where a woman is concerned.

You can't marry a woman who will make mistakes and attract universal attention by her conduct. Has it struck you that Octavia Beset would? inquired Bermestone. She would do as she chose, said Beryl petulantly. She would do things which were unusual. But I was not referring to her in particular. Why should I?

"'Ah,' said Bermistone, "'I only thought of her because it did not strike me "'that one would ever feel she had exactly blundered. "'She is not easily embarrassed. "'There is a sang-fois about her which carries things off. "'Ah, dained Beryl. "'She has sang-foy enough and to spare.' "'He was silent for some time afterward,

"'and sat smoking later than usual. "'When he was about to leave the room for the night, "'he made an announcement for which his host "'was not altogether prepared. "'When the fate of it was, is over, my dear fellow, he said, I must go back to London, and I shall be ducidly sorry to do it. Look here, said Bermastone. That's a new idea, isn't it? No, an old one, but I have been putting the thing off from day to day. By Jove, I did not think it likely that I should put it off,

the day I landed here, and he laughed rather uneasily. End of Chapter 22. Recording by Amanda Friday. This is Libra Box recording. All Libra Box recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librabox.org. A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett. Chapter 23 May I go? The very day after this, Octavia opened a fourth trunk. She had it brought down from McGarrick when there came a summons on the door, and Lucia Gaston appeared. Lucia was very pale, and her large, soft eyes were decidedly frightened look. She seemed to have walked fast and was out of breath. Evidently, something had happened. Octavia, she said.

Mr. Dougled Benny is at Oldcow. Who is he? He is my grand-uncle, explained Lucia tremulously. He has a great deal of money. Grandmama, she stopped short and colored and drew her slight figure up. I did not quite understand Grandmama, Octavia, she said. last night she came to my room to talk to me and this morning she came again and oh she broke out indignantly how could she speak to me in such a manner what did she say inquired octavia she said a great many things with great spirit It took her a long time to say them, and I do not wonder at it.

It would have taken me a hundred years if I had been in her place. I—I was wrong to say I did not understand her. I did, before she had finished. What did you understand? She was afraid to tell me in plain words. I never saw her afraid before, but she was afraid. She has been arranging my future for me, and it does not occur to her that I dare object. That is, because she knows I am a coward and despises me for it, and is what I deserve.

If I make the marriage she chooses, she thinks Mr. Benny will leave me his money. I am to run after a man who does not care for me, and make myself attractive in the hope that he will condescend to marry me, because Mr. Benny may leave me his money. Do you wonder that it took even Lady Theobot a long time to say that? Well, remarked Octavia, you won't do it, I suppose. I wouldn't worry. She wants you to marry Mr. Baird, I suppose. We just started.

How did you guess? she exclaimed. "'Oh, I always knew it. I didn't guess. "'It's just smiled ever so faintly. "'That is one of the reasons why she loathes me, so,' she added. "'Lusha thought deeply foreboment. "'She recognized all at once, several things she had been mystified by before. "'Oh, it is, it is,' she said. "'She has thought of it all the time when I never suspected her.'

"'Octavia smiled little again. "'Lushia sat thinking, her hands clasped tightly. "'I am glad I came here,' she said at length. "'I am angry now, and I see things more clearly. "'If she had only thought of it because Mr. Binning came, "'I could have forgiven her more easily, "'but she's been making course plans all the time "'and treating me with contempt.

"'Octavia,' she added, "'turning upon her with flushing cheeks and sparkling eyes, "'I think that, for the first time in my life, "'I am in a passion, a real passion. "'I think I shall never be afraid of her anymore, her delicate nostrils were dilated and she held her head up her breath came fast there was a hint of exultation in her tone yes she said i am in passion and i am not afraid of her at all i will go home and tell her what i think it is quite probable that she would have done so before a trifling incident which occurred before she reached her ladyship she walked very fast after she left the house she wanted to reach old cloud before one whit of her anger cooled down although somehow she felt quite sure that Even when her anger died out, her courage would not take flight with it.

Mr. Dougald Benny had not proved to be a very fascinating person. He was an accurate, dictatorial old man. He contradicted Lady Theobal flatly every five minutes and bullied his man-servant. But it was not against him that Lucia's indignation was aroused. She felt that Lady Theobal was quite capable of suggesting to him that Francis Burrell be a good match for her. And, if she had done so, it was scarcely his fault if he had accepted the idea. She understood now why she had been allowed to visit Octavia and why diverse other things had happened. She had been sent to walk with Frances Berald.

He had been almost reproached when he had not called. Perhaps her lady should have been good enough to suggest to him that it was his duty to further her plans. She was as capable as that of anything else which would assist her to gain her point. The girl's cheeks grew hotter and harder, her eyes brighter at every step, because every step brought some new thought. Her hands trembled in her heartbeat. She said as she turned a corner into the road, never, never. And at that very moment, a gentleman stepped out of the wood at her right and stopped before her.

She started back with a cry. Mr. Burmestone, she said, Mr. Burmestone! She wondered if he had heard her last words. She fancied he had. He took hold of her shaking little hand and looked down on her excited face. I'm glad I waited for you, he said in the quietest possible tone. Something is the matter. She knew that there would be no use in her.

trying to conceal the truth, and she was not in the mood to make the effort. She scarcely knew herself. She gave a fierce little laugh. "'I am angry,' she said. You have never seen me angry before. I am on my way to my—to Lady Theobald. He held her hand, as calmly as before. He understood a great deal more than she could have imagined. "'What are you going to say to her?' he asked. She laughed again. "'I am going to ask her what she means. I am going to tell her that she has made a mistake. I am going to prove that I am not such a coward, after all. I am going to tell her that I dig her to obey her.

That is what I am going to say to her, she concluded decisively. He held her hand rather closer. Let us take a stroll in the cops and talk it over, he said. It is deliciously cool there. I don't want to be cool, she said. But he drew her gently with him in a few steps to come into the shade of the young, Oaksome Hines, and there he paused. She has made you very angry, he said.

and then almost before she knew what she was doing she was pouring forth the whole of her story even more of it than she had told octavia she had not at all intended to do it but she did it nevertheless I am to marry Mr. Francis Barreld, if he will take me, she said with a bitter little smile. Mr. Francis Barrell, he was so much in love with me, as you know. His mother approved with the match, and sent him here to make love to me what she has done, as you have seen. I have no money of my own, but if I make a marriage which pleases him, local Benny will probably leave me his, which is thought to be an inducement to my cousin who needs men. If I marry him, or rather he marries me, Lady Theobald thinks Mr. Benny will be pleased. It does not dare.

Does I even matter whether Francis is pleased or not, and of course I am out of the question, but it is hoped that it will please Mr. Benny. Two ladies have talked it over inside of the matter. I dare say they have offered me to Francis, who has very likely refused me, but perhaps he may be persuaded to relent in time. I am very humble,

and he has shown the advantage of having Mr. Benny's money added to his own, but I have no doubt that I shall have to be very humble indeed. That is what I learned from Lady Perry, Theobald last night, and it is what I'm going to talk to her about. Is it enough to make one angry, do you think? Is it enough? He did not tell her whether he thought it enough or not, to look at her with steady eyes. Lucia, he said, I wish you would let me go and talk with Lady Theobald. You, she said, with Little Start? Yes, he answered, let me go to her.

Let me tell her that, instead of marrying Francis Beryl, you will marry me. If you will say yes to that, I think I can promise that you need. never be afraid of her anymore. The fierce color died out of her cheeks, and the tears rushed to her eyes. She raised her face with a pathetic look. Oh, she whispered, You must be very sorry for me. I think you have been very sorry for me from the first.

I'm desperately in love with you. He answered in this quietest way. I have been desperately in love with you from the first. May I go? She looked at him for a moment incredulously. Then she faltered. Yes. She still looked up at him.

And then, inside of her happiness, or perhaps because of it, she suddenly began to cry softly and forgot she had been angry at all, as he took her into his strong, kind arms. End of Chapter 23. According by Betty Chen. Chapter 24 of a fair barbarian. This is the Librevox recording. All LiberFox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or the volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. recording by benny chen a fair barbarian by francis hodgson brunette chapter twenty four the garden party the morning of the garden party arose bright and clear and slowbridge awakened in a great state of excitement Miss Chicky, having worked until midnight that all her orders might be completed, were so overpowered by her labors as to have to take her tea and toast in bed. At Old Cloud, varied sentiments prevailed. Lady Theobald's manner was chiefly distinguished by an implacable rigidity.

She had chosen as an appropriate festal costume of fineryl black more antique, and lived by massive fringes and ornaments of jet, her jewelry being chains and manacles of the latter, which rattled as she moved with a sound somewhat suggestive of bones. Mr. Dougalbony, who had received an invitation, had as yet amnably foreborn to say whether he would accept it or not. He had been out when Mr. Vermiston called and had not seen him. When Lady Leopold descended to breakfast, she found him growling over his newspaper and glanced up with a polite scowl. Going to a funeral, he demanded. I accompany my granddaughter to this entertainment, her ladyship responded. It is scarcely a joyous occasion to my mind. No need to dress yourself like that if it isn't, ejaculated Mr. Benny.

Why don't you stay at home if you don't want to go? Man's all right, isn't he? Once new man by the name of Burma Stone myself. One of the few decent fellows I've met. If I were sure this was the same man, I'd go myself. When I find a fellow who's neither a knave nor a fool, I'd stick to him. Leave else than to find out. Where's Lucia?

What his opinion of Lucia was, it was difficult to discover. He had an agreeable habit of staring at her over the top of his paper over his dinner. The only time he had made any comment upon her was the first time he saw her in the dress she had copied from Octavius. Nice scound. that. He blurted out. Didn't get it here, I'll wager. It's an old dress I remodeled, answered Lucia, somewhat alarmed. I made it myself. Doesn't look like it, he said graphily. Lusia had touched up another dress and was very happy in the prospect of wearing at the garden party. Don't call on

grandma until after Wednesday she had said to Mr. Burma Stone. Perhaps she wouldn't let me go. She'll be very angry, I am sure. And you are not afraid? No, she answered, I am not afraid at all. I shall not be afraid again. In fact, she had perfectly confessing. her ladyship by her demeanor. She bore her fiercest glance without quailing the least or making any effort to evade it. Under her most scathing cons, she was composed and unmoved. On the first occasion of her ladies, referring to her plans for the future, she received a blow which fairly stunned her. The girl rose from her chair and looked her straight in the face unflinchingly, with a suggestion of O'T, not easy to confront. I beg you will not speak to me of that again, she said, I will not listen. In turning about, she walked out of the room. This, her ladyship had to instead be a tones when she recovered her breath. This is one of the results of Miss Octavia Bassett, and nothing more having said on the subject since. No one in Sloughbridge was in more brilliant spirits on the Octavia herself on the morning of the fit. Before breakfast, Miss Belinda was startled by the arrival of another telegram, which rained as follows.

Arrived today, per Russia. Be with you tomorrow evening. Friend with me. Martin Basson. On reading this communication, Miss Belinda burst into a flood's delighted tears. Dear, dear Martin, she wept, to think that we shall meet again. Why didn't he let us know he was on the way? I should have been so anxious that I should not have slept at all. Well, it remarked Octavia, I suppose that would have been an advantage. Suddenly, she approached Miss Belinda, kissed her, and disappeared out of the room as if by magic, not returning for a quarter of an hour looking rather soft and moist and brilliant about the eyes when she did return. Octavia was a marked figure upon the grounds of that garden party.

Another dress, my dear, remarked Mr. Burnham, and what a charming color she has I declare, she's usually paler. perhaps we owe this to lord lansone her dress is hardly becoming at all events privately remarked miss lydia burdham whose tastes had not been consulted about her own it is she he was becoming said her sister it not the dress so much though her clothes always have a look some way she's prettier than ever to-day and is enjoying herself she was enjoying herself mr francis beryl observed it rather gloomily as he stood apart she was enjoying herself so much that she did not seem to notice that he had avoided her instead of going to claim her attention half another the men were standing about her and making themselves agreeable, and she was apparently quite equal to the emergencies of the occasion. The young men from Botox don't want to attach themselves to her train. I say, Beryl, they had said to him, why didn't you tell us about this? Jolly good fellow, you are, come mooning here for a couple of months and keep it all to yourself? And then had come Lord Landowners, who, in crossing the lawn to shake hands with this host, have been observed to keep his eye fixed upon one particular point.

Vermestown, he said, after having spoken his first words, who is that tall girl in white and in ten minutes lady theobald mr bernan mr beryl and the verse others too numerous to mention so i'm standing at octavia's side evidently with no intention of leaving it Not long after this, Frances Beryl found his way to Miss Belinda. He was very busy and rather nervous. Your niece is evidently enjoying herself, he remarked. Octavia is most happy today, answered Miss Belinda. Her father will reach Slowbridge this evening. She has been looking forward to his coming with great anxiety.

Ah, commented Beryl. Very few people understand Octavia, said Miss Belinda. I'm not sure that I follow all her moods myself. She is more infectious than people fancy. She has very pretty ways. I'm very fond of her. She is not as frivolous as she appears to those who don't know her well. Beryl said gnawing his mustache and made no reply.

He was not very comfortable. He felt himself ill-used by fate and rather wished he had returned to London from Botox instead of loitering and slowbridge. He had amused himself at first, but in time he had been surprised to find his amusement lose something of its zest. He glowered over the lawn at the group under a certain beach street. As he did so, Octavia turned her face a little and saw him. She stood, waving her fans slowly and smiling at him in a calm one. which reminded him very much of the time he had first caught set at her at Lady Theobald's high tea. He condescended to saunter over the grass to where she stood.

Once there, he proceeded to make him look as disagreeable as possible in a silent and lofty way. He felt it only due to himself that he should, did not approve at all of the manner in which Landzone kept by her. It's ducidly bad form on his part. He said mentally, what does he mean by it? Octavia, on the contrary, did not ask what he meant by it. She chose to seem rather well entertained, but not noticed as she was being frowned down. There was no reason why she should not find lower Landowners entertaining. He was an agreeable young fellow with an inexhaustible fund of good spirits and no nonsense about him.

He was fond of all pleasant novelty, and Octavia was a pleasant novelty. He had been thinking of paying a visit to America, and he asked innumerable questions concerning that country, all of which Octavia answered. I know half a thousand fellows who have been there, he said, and they all enjoyed it tremendously. If you go to Nevada, you must visit the minds at Bloody Gulch, he said. Where he ejaculated? I say, what a name. don't deride my youth in ignorance miss bassett you can call it largentville if you would rather she replied i would rather try the other thank you he laughed it has a more hilarious sound will it despise me not bloody gold miss bassett i never killed the man in my life beryl turned and walked away angry and more melancholy than he could have believed this time i went back to london he chose to put it this place begins to be ducil legal mr francis beryl seems rather out of spirits in mrs bernam's lady theobald lady lanzone interferes with his pleasure i had not observed it answered her ladyship, and is scarcely likely that Mr. Francis' Beryl would permit his pleasure to be

interfered with, even by the son of the Marquis of Lauderdale. But she glared at Barrel that she passed and beckoned to him. What is Lucia, she demanded? I saw her with Burmiston half an hour ago, he answered Collie. Have you any message from my mother? I shall return to London to Marr, leaving here early. Turned quite pale. She had not counted upon this at all, and it was extremely inopportune. What has happened? She asked, rigidly. He looked slightly surprised. "'Nothing whatever,' he replied. "'I have remained here longer than I intended. She began to move the manacles on her right wrist.

He made not the smallest profession of reluctance to go. She said, at last, "'If you will find Lucia, you will oblige me. She was almost uncivil in the Miss Pilcher, who chanced to join her after he was gone. She had not the slightest intention of allowing her plans to be frustrated, and was only roused of fresh obstinacy by encountering indifference on one side and rebellion on the other.

she had not brought Lucia up under her own eye for nothing. She had been disturbed of late, and by no means considered herself baffled. With the assistance of Mr. Yucle Benny, she could certainly subdue Lucia that Mr. Ducle Benny had been of no great help so far. She would do her duty of flinchingly. In fact, she chose to persuade herself that if Lucia was brought to a proper frame of mind, there could be no real trouble with Francis Barrow. End of Chapter 24.

Chapter 25 of a fair barbarian. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Recording by Amanda Friday A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett Chapter 25 Somebody else

But Beryl did not make any very ardent search for Lucia. He stopped to watch a game of lawn tennis, in which Octavia and Lord Lansdown had joined, and finally forgot Lady Theobald's errand altogether. For some time Octavia did not see him. She was playing with great spirit, and Lord Lansdown was following her delightedly. Finally, a chance of the game bringing her to him,

she turned suddenly and found Beryl's eyes fixed upon her. "'How long have you been there?' she asked. "'Sometimes,' he answered. "'When you are at liberty I wish to speak to you.' "'Do you?' she said. She seemed a little unprepared for the repressed energy of his manner. which he strove to cover by a greater amount of coldness than usual well she said after thinking a moment the game will soon be ended i'm going through the conservatories with lord landsdown in course of time but i dare say he can wait She went back and finished her game, apparently enjoying it as much as ever.

When it was over, Beryl made his way to her. He had resented her remaining oblivious of his presence when he stood near her, and he had resented her enjoyment of her surroundings, and now, as he led her away, leaving Lord Lansdown rather disconsolate, he resented the fact that she did not seem nervous or at all impressed by his silence. "'What do you want to say to me?' she asked. "'Let us go and sit down in one of the arbours. I believe I am a little tired.

Not that I mind it, though. I've been having a lovely time. Then she began to talk about Lord Lansdown. I like him ever so much, she said. Do you think he will really go to America? I wish he would. But if he does, I hope it won't be for a year or so. I mean, until we go back from Europe.

Still, it's rather uncertain when we shall go back. Did I tell you I had persuaded Aunt Belinda to travel with us? She's horribly frightened, but I mean to make her go. She'll get over being frightened after a little while. Suddenly she turned and looked at him. "'Why don't you say something?' she demanded. "'What's the matter?' "'It is not necessary for me to say anything.'

She laughed. "'Do you mean because I am saying everything myself?' "'Well, I suppose I am. I am awfully happy today, and can't help talking. It seems to make the time go.' Her face had lighted up curiously. There was a delighted excitement in her eyes, puzzling him. "'Are you so fond of your father as all that?'

She laughed again, a clear, exultant laugh. "'Yes!' she answered. "'Of course I am as fond of him as all that. "'It's quite natural, isn't it?' "'I haven't observed the same degree of enthusiasm "'in all the young ladies of my acquaintance,' he returned dryly. "'He thought such rapture disproportionate to the cause, "'and regarded it grudgingly.

"'They turned into an arbor, and Octavia sat down "'and leaned forward on the rustic table. "'Then she turned her face up to look at the vines covering the roof. "'It looks rather spidery, doesn't it? she remarked. I hope it isn't, don't you?" The light fell bewitchingly on her round little chin and white throat, and a bar of sunlight struck on her upturned eyes and the blonde rings on her forehead.

There is nothing I hate more than spiders, she said with a little shiver. Unless— Seriously. It's caterpillars! In caterpillars I loathe! Then she lowered her gaze and gave her hat, a large white rubens, all soft curling feathers and satin bows, a charming teard. tip over her eyes.

The brim is broad, she said. If anything drops, I hope it will drop on it instead of on me. Now, what did you want to say? He had not sat down, but stood leaning against the rustic woodwork. He looked pale and was evidently trying to be cooler than usual. I brought you here to ask you a question. Well, she remarked, I hope it's an important one. You look serious enough.

It is important, rather, he responded, with a tone of sarcasm. you will probably go away soon. That isn't exactly a question, she commented, and it's not as important to you as to me. He paused a moment, annoyed because he found it difficult to go on, annoyed because she waited with such undisturbed serenity, but at length he managed to begin again. I do not think you are expecting the question I'm going to ask, he said. I do not think I expected to ask it myself until today. I do not know why.

Why, I should ask it so awkwardly and feel at such a disadvantage? I brought you here to ask you to marry me. He had scarcely spoken four words before all her airy manner had taken flight, and she had settled herself down to listen. He had noticed this and had felt it quite natural. When he stopped, she was looking straight into his face. Her eyes were singularly large and bright and clear. You did not expect to ask me to marry you?

She said. Why didn't you? It was not at all what he had expected. He did not understand her manner at all. I, uh, I must confess, he said stiffly, that I felt at first that there were obstacles in the way of my doing so. What were the obstacles? He flushed and drew himself up.

I have been unfortunate in my mode of expressing myself, he said. I told you I was conscious of my own awkwardness. Yes, she said quietly. You have been unfortunate. it. That is a good way of putting it. Then she let her eyes rest on the table a few seconds, and thought a little. After all, she said, I have the consolation of knowing that you must have been very much in love with me. If you had not been very much in love with me, you would never have asked me to marry you. You would have considered the obstacles. I am very much

in love with you, he said vehemently, his feelings getting the better of his pride for once. However badly I may have expressed myself, I am very much in love with you. I have been wretched for days. Was it because you felt obliged to ask me to marry you? She inquired. The delicate touch of spirit in her tone and words fired him to fresh admiration, strange to say. It suggested to him possibilities he had not suspected hitherto.

He drew nearer to her. Don't be too severe on me, he said, quite humbly considering all things. And he stretched out his hand, as if to take hers. But she drew it back, smiling ever so faintly. Do you think I don't know what the obstacles are? She said. I will tell you.

My affection was strong enough to sweep them away, he said, or I should not be here. She smiled slightly again. I know all about them, as well as you do, she said. I rather laughed at them at first, but I don't now. I suppose I'm impressed by their seriousness, as Aunt Belinda says. I suppose they are pretty serious, to you. Nothing would be so serious to me as that you should let them interfere with my happiness.

he answered, thrown back upon himself, and bewildered by her logical manner. Let us forget them. I was a fool to speak as I did. Won't you answer my question? She paused a second, and then answered, You didn't expect to ask me to marry you, she said. And I didn't expect you to— But now—he broke in impatiently. Now—I wish you hadn't done it.

You wish—you don't want me, she said. You want somebody meeker. somebody who would respect you very much and obey you. I'm not used to obeying people. Do you mean also that you would not respect me?' he inquired bitterly. "'Oh,' she replied, "'you haven't respected me much.' "'Excuse me,' he began in his loftiest manner.

"'You didn't respect me enough to think me worth marrying,' she said. "'I was not the kind of girl you would have chosen of your own will. "'You are treating me unfairly,' he cried. "'You were going to give me a great deal, I suppose, looking at it in your way. She went on. But if I wasn't exactly what you wanted, I had something to give, too. I'm young enough to have a good many years to live, and I should have to live them with you if I married you. That's something, you know. He rose from his seat, pale with wrath and wounded feeling. Does this mean that you refuse me? He demanded, that your answer is no. She rose too, not exultant,

not confused, neither pale nor flushed. He had never seen her prettier, more charmed, or more natural. It would have been no, even if there hadn't been any obstacle, she answered. Then, he said, I need say no more. I see that I have humiliated myself in vain, and it is rather bitter, I must confess. It wasn't my fault, she remarked. He stepped back, the haughty wave of the hand, signifying that she should pass out of the arbor before him.

She did so, but just as she reached the entrance, she turned and stood for a second, framed in by the swinging vines and their blossoms. There's another reason why it should be known, she said. I suppose I may as well tell you of it. I'm engaged to somebody else. End of Chapter 25. Recording by Amanda Friday. Chapter 26 of A Fair Barbarian. This is a Libravox recording.

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who had deigned to present himself and was talking to Mr. Burmiston, Hussia, and Miss Belinda. I'll go to them, said Octavia. Aunt Belinda will wonder where I have been. But before they reached the group, they were intercepted by Lord Lansdown, and Beryld had the pleasure of surrendering his charge. and watching her, with some rather sharp pangs as she was borne off to the conservatories.

"'What is the matter with Mr. Beryl, exclaimed Miss Pilcher. "'Pray look at him!' "'He has been talking to Miss Octavia Bessette in one of the arbours,' put in Miss Lydia Burnham. "'Emily and I passed them a few minutes ago, and they were so absorbed that they did not see us. "'There is no knowing what has happened.' "'Lydia!' exclaimed Mrs. Burnham, in stern reproof of such flippancy. But the next moment she exchanged a glance with Miss Pilcher.

"'Do you think?' she suggested. "'Is it possible?' "'It really looks very like it,' said Miss Pilcher, "'though it is scarcely to be credited. "'See how pale and angry he looks.' Mrs. Burnham glanced toward him, and then a slight smile illuminated her countenance. "'How furious!' she remarked cheerfully.

"'How furious Lady Theobald will be!' "'Naturally, it was not very long before the attempt of numerous other ladies was directed to Mr. Francis Beryl. It was observed that he took no share in the festivities, that he did not regain his natural air of enviable indifference to his surroundings, that he did not approach Octavia Bessette until all was over, and she was on the point of going home. What he said to her then, no one heard. I'm going to London tomorrow. Goodbye, good-bye, she answered, holding out her hand to him. Then she added quickly in an undertone. You oughtn't to think badly of me. You won't, after a while.

As they drove homeward, she was rather silent, and Miss Belinda remarked it. "'I am afraid you are tired, Octavia,' she said. "'It is a pity that Martin should come and find you tired. Oh, I'm not tired. I was only thinking. It has been a queer day.' "'A queer day, my dear,' ejaculated Miss Belinda. "'I thought it a charming day.' "'So it has been,' said Octavia, "'which Miss Belinda thought rather inconsistent.

"'Both of them grew rather restless as they neared the house. "'To think,' said Miss Belinda, "'of my seeing poor Martin again. "'Suppose,' said Octavia nervously, as they drew up, "'suppose they are here, already.' "'They?' exclaimed Miss Belinda. "'Who?' "'But she got no farther.

"'A cry burst from Octavia, a queer, soft little cry. "'They are here!' She said, "'They are! Jack! Jack!' And she was out of the carriage, and Miss Belinda, following her closely, was horrified to see her caught at once in the embrace of a tall, bronzed young man,

who a moment after drew her into the little parlor and shut the door. Mr. Martin Bassett, who was big and sunburned and prosperous-looking, stood in the passage smiling triumphantly. "'Mmartin!' gasped Miss Belinda. "'What? Oh, what does this mean?' Martin Bessette led her to his seat and smiled more triumphantly still. "'Never mind, Belinda,' he said. "'Don't be frightened. It's Jack Bellisis, and he's the finest fellow in the West,

and she hasn't seen him for two years.' "'Martin?' Miss Belinda fluttered. "'It is not proper. It really isn't.' "'Yes, it is,' answered Mr. Bessette, "'for he's going to marry her before we go abroad.' "'It was an eventful day for all parties concerned. At its close Lady Theobald found herself in an utterly bewild. bewildered and thunderstruck condition. And to Mr. Dugled Binney, more than anyone else,

her demoralization was due. That gentleman got into the carriage and rather a better humor than usual. "'Same man I used to know,' he remarked. "'Glad to see him. I knew him as soon as I said eyes on him. Do you allude to Mr. Bermestone?' "'Yes. Had a long talk with him. He's coming to see you tomorrow. Told him he might come myself. Appears he's taken a fancy to Lucia,' wants to talk it over. "'suits me exactly, and suppose it suits her. "'Looks as if it does. "'Glad she hasn't taken a fancy to some ha-ha fellow like that fool Beryl.

"'Girls generally do. Burmestone's worth ten of him.' "'Rusia, who had been looking steadily out of the carriage window, "'turned with an amazed expression. "'Lady Theobald had received a shock which made all her manacles rattle. "'She could scarcely support herself under it. "'Do I?' she said. "'Am I to understand that Mr. Francis Beryl does not meet with your approval? Mr. Binney struck his stick sharply upon the floor of the carriage.

"'Yes, by George,' he said. "'I'll have nothing to do with chaps like that. If she'd taken up with him, she'd never have heard from me again. Make sure of that.' When they reached Oldclaw, her ladyship followed Lucia to her room. She stood before her, arranging the manacles on her wrists nervously. "'I begin to understand now,' she said. "'I find I was mistaken in my impressions of Mr. Dugled Binney. taste, and in my impressions of you.

You are to marry Mr. Burmestone. My rule is over. Permit me to congratulate you.' The tears rose to Lucia's eyes. "'Grand-mama,' she said, her voice soft and broken. "'I think I should have been more frank if—if you had been kinder sometimes.' "'I have done my duty by you,' said my lady. Lucia looked at her pathetically.

"'I have been ashamed to keep things from you,' she hesitated, and I have often told myself that it was sly to do it. But I could not help it. I trust, said my lady, that you will be more candid with Mr. Bermestone. Lucia blushed guiltily. I think I shall, Grandmama, she said. It was the Reverend Alfred Poppleton

who assisted the rector of St. James to marry Jack Bellis and Octavia Bessette, and it was observed that he was almost as pale as his surplus. Slobridge had never seen such a wedding or such a bride as Octavia. It was even admitted that Jack Bellisus was a singularly handsome fellow, and had a dashing, adventurous air, which carried all before it. There was a rumor that he owned Silver Mines himself, and had even done something in diamonds in Brazil,

where he had spent the last two years. At all events, it was ascertained beyond doubt, that being at last a married woman, and entitled to splendors of the kind, Octavia would not lack them. Her present to Lucia, who was one of her bridesmaids, dazzled all beholders. When she was born away by the train, with her father and husband, and Miss Belinda, whose bonnet strings were bedewed with tears, the Reverend Alfred Poppleton was the last man who shook hands with her.

He held in his hand a large bouquet, which Octavia herself had given him out of her abundance. "'Slowbridge will miss you, Miss—Missus,' he faltered. "'I—I shall miss you. "'Perhaps we may even meet again. "'I have thought that, perhaps, I should like to go to America.' And as the train puffed out of the station and disappeared, he stood motionless for several seconds, and a large and brilliant drop of moisture appeared on the calyx of the lily,

which formed the centrepiece of his bouquet. End of Chapter 26. Recording by Amanda Friday. End of A Fair Barbarian by Francis Hodgson Burnett.