"For the first few days after I came home I did not feel anything at
all, and I saw nobody but mammy. At the end of a week she came to me,
and told me that I must pull myself together, for that my father wished
me to go with him to an agricultural meeting at Exeter, which we were
always in the habit of attending. She said that there were reports about
me in the county, which nothing but my appearing in public would
contradict She said she knew how hard it was for me, but that she knew,
too, that I would try to make the effort for their sakes. _For their
sakes!_"--in a heart-wrung voice--"was not it the least I could do, _for
their sakes_? I got up; my legs felt as if they did not belong to me.
She dressed me herself--darling mammy!--and she tied on my veil,
and--put some rouge on my cheeks! Think of mammy rouging anyone! If you
remember, we had had some charades while you were with us, and had
bought some rouge for them. And then she took me down to father, and we
went--he and I."
Her breath has grown shorter, and her narrative more disjointed; but she
perseveres. Is not she near the end?
"We went--and we walked about--among the shorthorns--and the prize
poultry--and the tents--father and I--and we met a great many people
whom we knew--the whole county was there--but we were too late. Our
Rector had been before us with them--and not one of them would speak to
me! Not one of them would have anything to say to me! And then we went
home. Oh, poor father!"
She has covered her face with her transparent hands. The emotion that
she would not permit herself for herself has mastered her at the
recollection of that father's abasement and agony.
"He was quite right--it was quite natural that he should not allow me to
live at home, after that. He said I must not blight the children's
lives--must not stand in the light of the others. So I was sent away to
live with some old friends of mammy's--two kind old ladies--with whom
she had been at school; and they were very good to me, and I lived with
them until, as Miriam and Rose were married, father thought I could not
do anyone any more harm, and he let me come home again. There! that is
all!"
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