Chapter Ten

I must include, though, that this part of my life i am about to recount is of some shame to me. Of course i had not been born with a fountain of wisdom but i had acted imprudently in the situation.

When i arrived, i, instead of going to Abigail's room to give her the flowers- of whence i had been originally headed to until i heard voices in the drawing room, crept in that direction. 

'Darling, i believe we've talked about this before, Abigail is of age now to be courted', i heard Mr Stanley Jr say. 'I know, i know John'. Mrs Stanley assured. 'But you promised she could be given the chance to court the city gentlemen'.

'Darling' Mr Stanley said, 'John and i talked about it. How do you think of Abigail going to stay London, say in about four month's time'?

'What! So soon? I'd have to send a telegraph to my father. She would stay with my father won't she'?

'Yes  we were pending on that'. I gasped. Pending on it? They wanted