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
"I have come--to seek the protection of your mother," he said. It was
said in English, but the meaning was French. And there was something so
strange in the idea of Madame Castel's protection--the shabby, eager,
old lady--extended to this young man, who had everything that life could
bestow, that Claire, after a hard effort to restrain herself, and with
something hysterical climbing in her throat, suddenly broke the
embarrassment of the situation by the most inappropriate thing in the
world--a burst of unsteady laughter, which returned again and again, and
would not be quieted. "My mother's protection!"
It was the ridiculous which follows so close upon the heels of the
sublime. But though she laughed, Claire foresaw how it would be: Madame
Castel's protection threw such a weight into the scales on Charles
Wargrave's side that there was scarcely anything more to say. He was not
sent away again. He remained, and found the little shabby apartment
divine. It was his turn to laugh when they compared notes and found that
even the obstacle of age meant nothing more than a few days. And thus
this little drama, so exciting while it lasted, came to a speedy and
satisfactory end. It is the penalty of a happy _dénoûment_ that it is
not half so interesting as the painful steps that sometimes lead to it;
and Claire, in all the brilliancy of her late but perfect good fortune,
was too happy to mind or to attract that sympathy which attended
Mademoiselle.
The Leicester Wargraves found it a bitter experience when Mademoiselle
returned as Madame, with a finer house, finer carriages, more social
honours, than themselves. They said everything which she had herself
predicted to Mrs Wargrave that they would say, calling her a designing
woman, an artful adventuress, and half-a-dozen slanders more. But if
anybody was harmed by their proceedings it was themselves, and not
Claire.
THE LILY AND THE THORN.
CHAPTER I.
The Murrays of Overbeck, in the parish of Waterdale, among the hills,
were nothing but a family of peasants. Nevertheless they were the cause
of so much trouble and confusion that no ducal house could have done
more to excite and interest the neighbourhood, which is the reason why
we now attempt to give a sketch of their earlier story. The later part
of it has, alas, by other means and in other ways, been blazoned before
all the world.
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