My mother carelessly explaining why she had decided at the last minute
not to sleep in town, turned the handle of the drawing-room door. The
tapers, forgotten in the fray, blazed away in all their fatal admission,
though the gas of the chandelier had been duly extinguished. The result
was that soon the heavenly spheres were round about us instead of on
high. Agnes and Pauline rapidly were made to see stars elsewhere than in
the sky. When they lay prone and prostrate, not sure that their members
were whole, up offended majesty came to us, shivering in our
night-dresses. What did it all mean? she wanted to know. Empty bottles
heaped up in the pantry corner, a ham vanished, tin boxes empty of
their layers of biscuits, knives, plates, glasses, in tell-tale
disarray, a broken pane in the pantry window.
We had had our fun, and now came the bad quarter of the hour, when we
were expected to pay the bill in beaten flesh. How our ears tingled, our
cheeks pained, our heads ached, and our arms smarted! You see it was a
very long account, and it took a good deal of blows to make it up. But
even the most infuriated creditor is appeased in the long-run, when the
gathering in of his dues implies the excessive expenditure of nerve and
muscle as such a scene as that of our castigation. The strongest woman
cannot beat a half-dozen of children throughout an entire night, and my
mother retired, pleased to regard her life in danger by a consequent fit
of nervous exhaustion and blood to the head.
Chapter XXVI.
THE SHADOWS.
All this hilarity does not imply the total absence of sadness in those
bright days. I had lived and suffered too long in solitude not to have
reserved a private corner for unuttered griefs, into which no regard of
sister or stranger could ever penetrate. It is extraordinary the art
with which a circle of children can make one chosen by mutual consent
feel in all things, at every moment of the day, an intruder. The two
elder than I were sworn friends, the three younger likewise; both groups
united as allies. I stood between them, an outsider. I shared their
games, it is true, as I shared their meals; but when they had any
secrets to impart, I was left out in the cold. I daresay now, on looking
back, that had my sullen pride permitted a frank and genial effort, I
might easily enough have broken down this barrier. But I was morbidly
sensitive, and these young barbarians were very rough and hard. Not
ill-natured, but most untender.
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