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Updated: May 3, 2025
On such occasions he would hastily drain a dipper of rum and vichy water and become again the correct English gentleman. The denouement came swiftly. Gertrude never forgot it. It was the night of the great ball at Nosham Taws. The whole neighbourhood was invited.
"Jep." Amazed at the girl's extraordinary proficiency in modern languages, the Countess looked at her narrowly. Where had she seen those lineaments before? She passed her hand over her brow in thought, and spit upon the floor, but no, the face baffled her. "Enough," she said, "I engage you on the spot; to-morrow you go down to Nosham Taws and begin teaching the children.
Already his name was whispered in connection with the All-England ping-pong championship, a triumph which would undoubtedly carry with it a seat in Parliament. Thus was Gertrude the Governess installed at Nosham Taws. The days and the weeks sped past. The simple charm of the beautiful orphan girl attracted all hearts. Her two little pupils became her slaves.
It was need we say it Gertrude the Governess, who was this day to enter upon her duties at Nosham Taws. At the same time that the dogcart entered the avenue at one end there might have been seen riding down it from the other a tall young man, whose long, aristocratic face proclaimed his birth and who was mounted upon a horse with a face even longer than his own.
It was at this moment that a high dogcart, driven by a groom in the livery of Earl Nosh, might have been seen entering the avenue of Nosham Taws. Beside him sat a young girl, scarce more than a child, in fact not nearly so big as the groom. The apple-pie hat which she wore, surmounted with black willow plumes, concealed from view a face so face-like in its appearance as to be positively facial.
His distant cousin of the older line, the true heir, had died in a Russian prison to which the machinations of the Earl, while Ambassador at Tschminsk, had consigned him. The daughter of this cousin was the true owner of Nosham Taws. The family story, save only that the documents before her withheld the name of the rightful heir, lay bare to Gertrude's eye. Strange is the heart of woman.
It was on the following day that Gertrude had driven up the avenue. She descended from the dogcart, passed through a phalanx of liveried servants drawn up seven-deep, to each of whom she gave a sovereign as she passed and entered Nosham Taws. "Welcome," said the Countess, as she aided Gertrude to carry her trunk upstairs.
IT was a wild and stormy night on the West Coast of Scotland. This, however, is immaterial to the present story, as the scene is not laid in the West of Scotland. For the matter of that the weather was just as bad on the East Coast of Ireland. But it is not necessary to pronounce either of these names in reading them. Nosham Taws was a typical English home.
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