A moment of madness, and other stories (vol. 2 of 3)Marryat, Florence
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A moment of madness, and other stories (vol. 2 of 3)
Marryat, Florence
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
But though I could not but believe that the woman’s idiotic terrors
had blinded her judgment, I was extremely surprised to find she should
have been so led astray, as I had always considered Mary to possess a
remarkably clear head and good moral sense. The wailing and lamentation,
from both mother and children, at the announcement of her departure made
me still more angry with her obstinacy and folly. But she continued
resolute; and we were driven to try and secure some one to fulfil her
duties from the neighbouring town. But here a strange difficulty met
us. We saw several fresh, rosy-cheeked maidens, who appeared quite
willing to undertake our service, until they heard where we resided,
when, by an extraordinary coincidence, one and all discovered that some
insurmountable obstacle prevented their coming at all. When the same
thing had occurred several times in succession, and Jane appeared worn
out with disappointment and fatigue, the landlord of the inn where we had
put up for the day appeared at the door, and beckoned me out.
‘May I make bold enough to ask if you want a servant to go to Rushmere?’
he inquired of me in a whisper.
‘Certainly, we do. Our nurse has been obliged to leave us suddenly, and
we want some one to supply her place.’
‘Then you may give it up as a bad job, sir; for you’ll never get one of
the country people here about to set a foot in Rushmere—not if you were
to live there till the day of your death.’
‘And why not?’ I demanded, with affected ignorance.
‘What! haven’t you heard nothing since you’ve been there, sir?’
‘Heard? What should I have heard, except the ordinary noises of the
household?’
‘Well, you’re lucky if you’ve escaped so far,’ returned the landlord,
mysteriously; ‘but it ain’t for long. No one who lives in Rushmere lives
there _alone_. I can tell you the whole story if you like?’
‘I have no desire to listen to any such folly,’ I replied, testily. ‘I am
not superstitious, and do not believe in supernatural sights or sounds.
If the people round about here are foolish enough to do so, I cannot help
it; but I will not have the minds of my wife or family imbued with their
nonsense.’
‘Very good, sir; I hope you may be able to say as much two months hence,’
said the man, civilly.
And so we parted.
I returned to Janie, and persuaded her he had told me that all the girls
of that town had a strong objection to leave it, which was the reason
they refused to take service in the country. I reminded her that Susan
was quite competent to take charge of the whole flock until we returned
to London; and it would be better after all to put up with a little
inconvenience than to introduce a stranger to the nursery. So my wife,
who was disappointed with the failure of her enterprise, fell in with my
ideas, and we returned to Rushmere, determined to do as best we could
with Susan only.
But I could not forget the landlord’s earnestness, and, notwithstanding
my incredulity, began to wish we were well out of Rushmere.
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