For love and life; vol. 1 of 2Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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For love and life; vol. 1 of 2
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction
There was, however, a motive less elevated which, I am bound to admit,
affected the young man in his toleration of the steamer and its discord.
He was eager to get away from Loch Arroch back into the world, where, at
least, he would escape from the contemplation of that contrast between
his present and his past, which was forced upon him here. All the
confusion of his life, its conflicts between the sentiments which he
felt he ought to entertain and those which, in spite of him, came
uppermost in his mind, were kept painfully and constantly before his
eyes. Every detail of the homely farmhouse existence brought them before
him. The chief sting in all this was his vexation with himself for
feeling these details to be of importance. Had he retained his original
position, so little affected was he really by external circumstances,
that I believe he would have found the life at the Castle Farm
infinitely more reasonable, sensible, and natural than that which, as a
man of fortune and fashion, he would himself have been compelled to
lead, The simple fare, the plain rooms, the absence of luxuries, and
even some of those everyday luxuries which we call comforts, did not
really distress him; it was the sense of missing them, the quick and
vivid consciousness of this and that a-wanting, which made the young man
sore, and bitter, and ashamed of himself. And he felt in his heart that
everything would be easier to him when he could but get away. I must
add, however, that Edgar never showed his consciousness of the change of
sphere to others, deeply as he felt it. The farmhouse servant, and
little Jeanie, and even old Mrs. Murray herself, who had more insight,
considered him much more “easy to please” than any other man of the
kindred. “He gives just nae trouble,” Bell said, “and aye a ‘thank you,
Bell,’ for every hand’s turn I do for him. Eh! when it’s Johnnie
Campbell that’s i’ the house, ye can see the difference. It’s Bell here,
and Bell there, like as I had nothing a do but wait upon him. But it’s a
pleasure to serve Mr. Edgar, night or day.”
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