A moment of madness, and other stories (vol. 1 of 3) — John Shaqi
A moment of madness, and other stories (vol. 1 of 3)Marryat, Florence
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A moment of madness, and other stories (vol. 1 of 3)
Marryat, Florence
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
‘Ah! you didn’t think it all so horrid a year ago!’ said my wife, melting
into the promised tears; ‘but I suppose you have forgotten that by this
time, or wish, perhaps, that it had never been.’
The conclusion struck me as unreasonable; but when women arrive at that
stage they are not in a fit state to be argued with, and are best left
alone.
‘It’s very different when one plays first fiddle in the case, dear
child,’ I answered soothingly; but Janie was no longer in a humour to be
soothed.
‘I don’t believe you think so, Robert,’ she said; ‘and as for poor
Lionne, I’m sure—’
‘Oh, for heaven’s sake! let’s talk of something else than poor Lionne!’ I
answered hastily. ‘I’m sure we’ve had enough of her for one evening; and,
for my part, I’m getting quite sick of her name.’
It was a foolish, unthinking speech to make; and Janie took it so
thoroughly to heart, that she walked away from my side into the house,
and had cried herself sick and ill before I had the manliness to find her
out and ask her pardon for my rudeness, and promise to try and like her
cousin for her sake. I must be more careful of Janie. She is not strong
enough to endure much emotion; and she loves me so tenderly, that the
least suspicion of unkindness on my part upsets her.
Well, this is the first shadow of a disagreement that we have ever had;
may it be the last! That it has occurred on the subject of Margaret
Anstruther, is not likely to increase my predilection in favour of that
young lady.
_June 17th._—I did not go to bed till late last evening, for I was vexed
at what had taken place between myself and Janie, and could not readily
compose myself to sleep. However, I did so at last, vowing to endure all
the cousins in creation fastened upon me for all time, sooner than bring
another needless tear into the tender eyes of my cushat-dove; and was
wakened at gun-fire this morning by the intelligence that the _Ostrich_
(the steamer by which we expected Miss Anstruther to arrive) was
telegraphed from Coeranapoot, and would be off Mushin-Bunda in the course
of a few hours.
Owing to the agreeable peculiarities of the place we live in, I was
obliged at once to rise from my bed, and prepare to ride down to the
fort, the currents here being of such a nature that vessels cannot come
within a couple of miles of land; and if boats are not ready on their
arrival to convey the passengers on shore, they carry them on without
ceremony to the next port. I wakened Janie with a dozen kisses, begged
and prayed of her to think no more of what happened last night, assured
her that I intend to be all that is amiable, and learn to like her cousin
as much as she does, and having thrown myself into my clothes, departed
full of good resolutions, leaving her childish face radiant with smiles,
and beaming in expectation of the coming meeting.
As I turned my horse out of the compound, I met a brother officer,
Forster by name, also mounted, and riding apparently in the same
direction.
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