Memoirs Of A Young Victorian Lady Volume IChapter 2 My Uncle s House and Dinner that Evening
The ride to Uncle James’ house was a short one, perhaps all of twenty minutes in length. House is not the correct term for the marvelous edifice that awaited our arrival. Mansion is the more proper term. Uncle James protested that it wasn’t all that grand, only having fourteen bedrooms, and that Cornelius would not even consider it fit to be a tenement. “Cornelius?” I questioned him. “Cornelius Vanderbilt.” I gaped. “You know Cornelius Vanderbilt?” I exclaimed. “Oh yes, loaned him some...