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Updated: June 16, 2025
Any one less versed than Susy in the shallow mysteries of her little world would have seen in Violet Melrose a baleful enchantress, in Nat Fulmer her helpless victim. Susy knew better. Violet, poor Violet, was not even that.
She's coming to stay... did I tell you? I want people to hear her. I want her to get engagements in London. My dear, she's a Genius." "A Genius Grace!" Susy gasped. "I thought it was Nat...." "Nat Nat Fulmer?" Ursula laughed derisively. "Ah, of course you've been staying with that silly Violet! The poor thing is off her head about Nat it's really pitiful.
And then it was unsettling to be with her in such a house as the Fulmers', away from the large setting of luxury they were both used to, in the cramped cottage where their host had his studio in the verandah, their hostess practiced her violin in the dining-room, and five ubiquitous children sprawled and shouted and blew trumpets and put tadpoles in the water-jugs, and the mid-day dinner was two hours late-and proportionately bad because the Italian cook was posing for Fulmer.
Susy looked steadily at Fulmer, their eyes met, and he smiled at her faintly through his beard. "Yes, I did discover him I did," Mrs. Melrose was insisting, from the depths of the black velvet divan in which she lay sunk like a wan Nereid in a midnight sea.
"Oh, that child!" she groaned. Under the Fulmer roof there was little time or space for the indulgence of private sorrows.
As Susy watched the two people before her, each so frankly unaffected by her presence, Violet Melrose so engrossed in her feverish pursuit of notoriety, Fulmer so plunged in the golden sea of his success, she felt like a ghost making inaudible and imperceptible appeals to the grosser senses of the living. "If I wanted to be alone," she thought, "I'm alone enough, in all conscience."
Since she had assumed the charge of the Fulmer children, in the absence of both their parents in Italy, she had had to pass through such an arduous apprenticeship of motherhood that every moment of her waking hours was packed with things to do at once, and other things to remember to do later.
"You are always finding friends, Richard," said he; "no matter what your misfortunes, they are ever double discounted. As for me; I am like Fulmer in Mr. Cumberland's 'West Indian': 'I have beat through every quarter of the compass; I have bellowed for freedom; I have offered to serve my country; I have' I am engaging to betray it. No, Scotland is no longer my country, and so I cannot betray her.
At the council, after some conversation upon our present move, Brigham proposed to appoint a committee of men, against whom no charges could be brought, to return to Nauvoo and attend to selling the property of the Saints, and see to fitting out the people and starting them forward. He proposed that I, with Brothers Babbitt, Heywood, and Fulmer be that committee.
It was one thing for Grace to put up with such quarters when she shared them with Fulmer; but to live there while he basked in the lingering radiance of Versailles, or rolled from chateau to picture gallery in Mrs. Melrose's motor, showed a courage that Susy felt unable to emulate. "My dear!
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