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
And then he walks off to breakfast with the Lawlesses, though his heart
is rather heavy, and his spirits are rather dull for several days after
his wife starts for the castle on the hill. Ethel, on the other hand,
gets on still worse than her husband. As she lies in her transit, swaying
about from side to side over the rough country roads, she is haunted
by the vision of Charlie walking about the garden till the small hours
of the morning, hand in hand with Cissy Lawless, with a mind entirely
oblivious of his poor wife and child, or indeed of anything except his
beautiful companion. Twenty times would she have decided that she could
bear the strain no longer, and given the order to return to Mudlianah,
had it not been for the warning conveyed in the fretful wailing of her
sickly child—his child—the blossom of their mutual love. So, for Katie’s
sake, poor Ethel keeps steadfastly to her purpose, and soon real troubles
take the place of imaginary ones, and nearly efface their remembrance.
She is well protected by a retinue of native servants, and the country
through which she travels is a perfectly safe one; yet, as they reach
the foot of the hills up which they must climb to reach the celebrated
castle, she is surprised to hear that her nurse (or Dye), who has been
with her since Katie’s birth, refuses to proceed any further, and sends
in her resignation.
‘What do you mean, Dye?’ demands her mistress with a natural vexation,
‘you are going to leave Katie and me just as we require your services
most. What can you be thinking of? You, who have always professed to be
so fond of us both. Are you ill?’
‘No, missus. I not ill, but I cannot go up the hill. That castle very bad
place, very cold and big, and bad people live there and many noises come,
and I want to go back to Mudlianah to my husband and little children.’
‘What nonsense, Dye! I didn’t think you were so foolish. Who has been
putting such nonsense into your head? The castle is a beautiful place,
and you will not feel at all cold with the warm clothes I have given you,
and we have come here to make Miss Katie well, you know, and you will
surely never leave her until she is quite strong again.’
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