A House Divided Against Itself; vol. 3 of 3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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A House Divided Against Itself; vol. 3 of 3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction
“What event?” Constance said, with chill surprise: as if she cared what
was going on in their little world!
“Ah, how can you ask me, my dear? The last event, that took us all so
much by surprise. I am afraid, I am sadly afraid, you are not without
blame.”
“Oh mamma! Miss Waring will think we do nothing but gossip. But you
must remember there is so little going on, that we can’t help
remarking---- And perhaps it was quite true what they said, that poor
Captain Gaunt----”
“Oh, if it is anything about Captain Gaunt,” said Constance, hastily
withdrawing her hand; “I know so little about the people here----”
Tasie followed her to the door. “You must not mind,” she said, “what
mamma says. She does not mean anything--it is only her way. She always
thinks there must be reasons for things. Now I,” said Tasie, “know that
very often there are no reasons for anything.” Having uttered this
oracle, she allowed the visitor to go down-stairs. “And you will not
forget to tell Frances,” she said, looking over the balustrade. In a
little house like that of the Durants the stairs in England would have
been wood, and shabby ones; but here they were marble, and of imposing
appearance. “Any little thing I should be thankful for,” said Tasie; “or
she might pick up a few trifles from one of the Japanese shops; but
water-colours are what I should prefer. Good-bye, dear Miss Waring. Oh,
it is not good-bye for good; I shall certainly come to see you before we
go away!”
Constance had not gone half-way along the Marina when she met General
Gaunt, who looked grave, but yet greeted her kindly. “We are going
to-morrow,” he said. “My wife is so very busy, I do not know if she will
be able to find time to call to say good-bye.”
“I hope you don’t think so badly of me as she does, General Gaunt?”
“Badly, my dear young lady! You must know that is impossible,” said the
old soldier, shuffling a little from one foot to the other. And then he
added, “Ladies are a little unreasonable. And if they think you have
interfered with the little finger of a child of theirs---- But I hope
you will let me have the pleasure of paying my farewell visit in the
morning.”
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