Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories
“I'll never say a word against the Scots' manner again,” said Tom
huskily.
“But she spoke quite beautifully afterwards, and told me of some trials
no one knows, which they had ten years ago, and how they had never
loved one another so much before. When reticent people give you their
confidence it touches your heart, and we used to think her voice harsh,
and to laugh at her accent.”
“God forgive me!” said Thomas: “I'm a fool.”
“She said: 'You know how quiet Ronald is, and how he hardly ever gets
enthusiastic. Well, it would have done you good to have heard him speak
about Mr. Hatchard this morning. He said...'”
“Don't tell me, Amy--it... hurts; but I'm grateful all the same, and
will never forget it. And who came next?”
“Mrs. Oxley; and what do you think? We are to have their house at
Hoylake for August, so the chicks will have their holiday. Mr. Oxley
has been quite cast down, she says, about you, for he has such a
respect----”
“It's good of them to think about the children, but never mind about
me.”
“You are very unfeeling, Tom, to stop me at the best bits, when I had
saved them up and committed them to memory: perhaps you would get
vain, however, and become quite superior. What do you think of your
'kindness.' and your 'generosity,' and your 'popularity,' and your
'straightness'? You are shivering: are you cold?”
“No, no; but you haven't told me if Mrs. Beazley was kind to you: did
she call between four and five?”
“Yes: how did you know the hour?”
“Oh, I.. guessed, because she... was last, wasn't she?”
“She apologised for being so late; indeed, she was afraid that she might
not get round at all, but I'm so glad she came, for no one was more
glowing about you: I saw, of course, that she was just repeating Mr.
Beazley's opinion, for every one can see how he admires...
“Tom, you are very ungrateful, and for a punishment I'll not tell
you another word. What is wrong? has any one injured you? Was it Mr.
Beazley?”
“Beazley said kinder things in my office to me, in difficult
circumstances too, than I ever got from any man: some day, Amy, I'll
tell you what he said, but not now--I cannot--and he spent two hours
canvassing for business to start me as a corn broker, and he... got it.”
“It could not be Mr. Oxley.”
“Oxley has given me a cargo to dispose of, and I never had any of his
broking before; and he told me that some of my old friends were going
to... to... in fact, see me through this strait, speaking a good word
for me and putting things in my way.
“Yes, of course Macfarlane came to the office, and said nothing for
fifteen minutes: just gripped my hand and smoked, and then he rose, and
as he was leaving, he merely mentioned that Beazley and Oxley had become
securities for £5,000 at the bank; he is in it, too, you may be sure.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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