She
ought to be brought up a lady, having been so long accustomed to expect
it."
"I quite disagree with you," said Mr. Rushton; "there are too many idle
ladies in the world. And who is to support her when she is grown up?"
"I do not wish to make her an idle lady," said Mr. Enderby, "but I would
fit her to be a governess."
"There are too many governesses; better keep her down to a lower level
and teach her to be content to be a tradeswoman. As far as I am
concerned, I will consent to nothing better than this for the girl."
"Then we need not speak of it any more," returned Mr. Enderby. "I will
take the responsibility of the child upon myself."
Mr. Rushton shrugged his shoulders. "Do as you please," he said, "but
remember it is your own choice. If you change your mind, call upon me."
So the matter ended. When the library door opened, and the gentlemen
were heard preparing to depart, Hetty flew upstairs and stole into the
hall, where Mr. Enderby, who was the last to go, suddenly saw her little
white face gazing at him with a dumb anxiety.
"Well, my dear," he said kindly, "how are you getting on?"
"Oh sir, will you please tell me where I am to go to?" implored Hetty.
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