Wives and Daughters: An Every-Day Story - Page 125/572

"Come up now, and see your papa's bedroom. He's sleeping upstairs in

yours, that everything may be done up afresh in his."

Molly could just remember, in faint clear lines of distinctness, the

being taken into this very room to bid farewell to her dying mother.

She could see the white linen, the white muslin, surrounding the

pale, wan wistful face, with the large, longing eyes, yearning for

one more touch of the little soft warm child, whom she was too feeble

to clasp in her arms, already growing numb in death. Many a time when

Molly had been in this room since that sad day, had she seen in vivid

fancy that same wan wistful face lying on the pillow, the outline

of the form beneath the clothes; and the girl had not shrunk from

such visions, but rather cherished them, as preserving to her the

remembrance of her mother's outward semblance. Her eyes were full of

tears, as she followed Miss Browning into this room to see it under

its new aspect. Nearly everything was changed--the position of the

bed and the colour of the furniture; there was a grand toilette-table

now, with a glass upon it, instead of the primitive substitute of the

top of a chest of drawers, with a mirror above upon the wall, sloping

downwards; these latter things had served her mother during her short

married life.

"You see, we must have all in order for a lady who has passed so

much of her time in the countess's mansion," said Miss Browning, who

was now quite reconciled to the marriage, thanks to the pleasant

employment of furnishing that had devolved upon her in consequence.

"Cromer, the upholsterer, wanted to persuade me to have a sofa and a

writing-table. These men will say anything is the fashion, if they

want to sell an article. I said, 'No, no, Cromer: bedrooms are for

sleeping in, and sitting-rooms are for sitting in. Keep everything to

its right purpose, and don't try and delude me into nonsense.' Why,

my mother would have given us a fine scolding if she had ever caught

us in our bedrooms in the daytime. We kept our out-door things in

a closet downstairs; and there was a very tidy place for washing

our hands, which is as much as one wants in the daytime. Stuffing

up a bedroom with sofas and tables! I never heard of such a thing.

Besides, a hundred pounds won't last for ever. I sha'n't be able to

do anything for your room, Molly!"

"I'm right down glad of it," said Molly. "Nearly everything in it was

what mamma had when she lived with my great-uncle. I wouldn't have

had it changed for the world; I am so fond of it."