A Widow's Tale, and Other StoriesOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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A Widow's Tale, and Other Stories
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction; Short stories
Miss Bampton's sentiments during this sudden change of circumstances
were more remarkable than those of May, for she was as much dismayed and
startled as her sister, and much more angry, understanding the whole
process better; while at the same time she was, in the midst of her
indignation, more or less satisfied to see that Fitzroy's attentions,
which had made her so uneasy, were coming to an end. This is a state of
mind which it is very difficult to describe in so many words. The
excellent Julia would have believed herself ready, before Nelly came, to
welcome anything which should break the charm of the stranger's
fascinations, and restore May to her previous much more trustworthy
suitor; but when this deliverance came in the shape of Mrs Brunton, her
anger and resentment and sense of downfall were quite unreasonable. That
any one--any man in his senses--should turn from May to Nelly! that the
fresh and delightful bloom of the girl should be left neglected for the
attractions of the maturer woman; that May, in her _own house_, the
young princess of everything, should be thrust into the second place,
and Nelly--_Nelly_, whose day was over--made the principal attraction!
This was almost more than Miss Bampton could bear. And to see May
sitting by with her needlework, or pretending to read, while Nelly and
Fitzroy sang, and turned over the music and talked to each other, as
musical people do, "Do you remember that phrase?" "Oh, don't you
recollect this?" with a few bars played on the piano, and how "the
melody comes in here," and how "that cadenza was repeated there," and so
forth and so forth, interspersed with exclamations of ecstatic
admiration--produced in Julia's mind an exasperation which it was almost
impossible to subdue. Even Mr Bampton, who took so little notice, had
said once or twice, "Why isn't May singing?" when he came in for his cup
of tea. And May, taking it all like the darling she was, not sulky at
all, saying a word when there was any room for her to come in, making
her first experience in life, but so sweetly, so patiently, through all
her surprise.
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