In truth, there was only moderate gaiety, and no fastness.
The ruling interests were religious and political questions, as
befitted Fordham's maiden session, the society was quietly high-bred,
and intelligent, and there was much attention to health; for, strong
as Sydney was, her mother would have dreaded the full whirl of the
season as much for her body as for her mind.
At all this the frivolous, idle little soul chafed and fretted, aware
that the circle was not a fashionable one, eager for far more
diversion and less restraint, and longing to join the party in Hyde
Corner, where she could always make Allen do what she pleased.
With the obtuseness of an unobservant, self-occupied mind, she was
taken by surprise when Mrs. Gould said that Mrs. Brownlow was not
coming to town, adding, "It would be very unbecoming in her, though
of course she will hold on at Belforest as long as there is any
quibble of the law."
"Oh, I don't want to lose the season; she promised me!"
Then Mrs. Gould made a great stroke.
"My dear, you could not return to her. Not when the young man has
just broken with you. You would have more proper pride."
"Poor Allen!" said Elvira. "If he would only let me alone, to have
my fun like other girls."
"You see he could not afford to let you gratify your youthful
spirits.
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