Uncle Max by Rosa Nouchette Carey
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No, let me finish, Uncle Max,'--for he wanted to interrupt me here.
'They made a great fuss about my training at the hospital last year, but I am sure they did not miss me; Sara spoke yesterday as though she thought I was going back to St. Thomas's, and Aunt Philippa made no objection. I heard her tell Mrs. Fullerton once "that really Ursula was so strong-minded and different from other girls that she was prepared for anything, even for her being a female doctor."' 'Well, my dear, you are certainly rather peculiar, you know.' 'Oh, Uncle Max,' I said mournfully, 'are you going to misunderstand me too? Providence has deprived me of my parents and my only brother: is it strong-minded or peculiar to be so lonely and sad at heart that gaiety only jars on me? Can I forget my mother's teaching when she said, "Ursula, if you live for the world you will be miserable. Try to do your duty and benefit your fellow-creatures, and happiness must follow"?' 'Yes, poor Emmie, she was a good woman: you might do worse than take after her.' 'She would not approve of the life I am leading at Hyde Park Gate,' I went on. 'She and Aunt Philippa never cared for each other. I often think that if she had known she would not have liked me to be there. Sundays are wretched. We go to church?--yes, because it is respectable to do so; but there is a sort of reunion every Sunday evening.' 'I wish I could offer you a home, Ursula; but--' here Uncle Max hesitated. 'That would not do at all,' I returned promptly. 'Your bachelor home |
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