Post by Eulalie de Perigeux on May 23, 2011 10:02:38 GMT -5
We are concerned for you.
It will only be for a little while.
It's for your own benefit that you begin to move in society. As our youngest child and daughter, we have indulged you and our own desire to keep you home, for too long.
It will not be so bad.
The consolation words of my parents, as they sent me away to another noble family to 'broaden my horizons', echoed in my mind. Logically, it was in my own best interests, fostering was an age old tradition that strengthened ties between families and built alliances.
Yet, whatever their reasons, that still did not change the fact that they were sending me away.
I watched as the porter struggled to heave my trunks onto the carriage and suppressed a guilty smile. The number of books and maps I insisted on bringing had easily outstripped the number of gowns I had, which grieved my mother to no end as I packed to depart. She probably should have sent for the couturier, but the idea hadn't occurred to her and I had chosen not to enlighten her.
When the last of my belongings were safely stored on the carriage, my parents bade me farewell with well wishes and hopes that I would honour the family name. Not wanting to leave with ill feeling, I swallowed my resentment and embraced them, then stepped into the carriage that would take me far away from my home.
It will only be for a little while.
It's for your own benefit that you begin to move in society. As our youngest child and daughter, we have indulged you and our own desire to keep you home, for too long.
It will not be so bad.
The consolation words of my parents, as they sent me away to another noble family to 'broaden my horizons', echoed in my mind. Logically, it was in my own best interests, fostering was an age old tradition that strengthened ties between families and built alliances.
Yet, whatever their reasons, that still did not change the fact that they were sending me away.
I watched as the porter struggled to heave my trunks onto the carriage and suppressed a guilty smile. The number of books and maps I insisted on bringing had easily outstripped the number of gowns I had, which grieved my mother to no end as I packed to depart. She probably should have sent for the couturier, but the idea hadn't occurred to her and I had chosen not to enlighten her.
When the last of my belongings were safely stored on the carriage, my parents bade me farewell with well wishes and hopes that I would honour the family name. Not wanting to leave with ill feeling, I swallowed my resentment and embraced them, then stepped into the carriage that would take me far away from my home.