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)
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“That’s just about the real state of the case,” said Robert Campbell.
“There are many things more rife among us than siller. We’ve all sense
enough to see what’s for our advantage, and we’re all industrious folk,
doing our best; but siller is not rife. As for us, Jean and me have long
made up our minds what to do. It’s our duty, or at least it’s her duty,
as the eldest of the daughters; and your mother was always a kind
guid-mother to me, and never interfered or made mischief; so I would
never oppose Jean’s righteous desire. We’ll take the old leddy in. She
shall have a room to herself, and nothing to do, one way or other, more
than she pleases. If she likes to do any small turn in the house, in the
way of helping, well and good; but nothing will be asked from her. And
anything that the rest of you think that you could spare--I’m not a man
to haggle about my good-mother’s board. She shall have her share of all
that’s going the same as one of ourselves; but if any of you have
anything to spare----”
“Would it not be more satisfactory to us all, and more agreeable to my
grandmother,” said Edgar, suddenly, “if, without charging Mr. Campbell
above the rest, we were to make up a little income for her, to enable
her to keep her own house?”
This suggestion fell like a sudden cannon-ball into the group. There was
a universal movement.
“Well, well, I’m no forcing myself on anybody. Try what you can do,”
cried Campbell, offended, pushing his chair from the table.
“It’s just all stuff and nonsense!” cried his wife, reddening with
anger.
The other two elder people regarded Edgar with a mixture of disapproval
and dismay. And the young doctor, the only one of the party who showed
some sympathy for him, grew very red, and hesitated and cleared his
throat as if to speak--but said nothing. After a moment’s pause, James
Murray turned upon the inconsiderate speaker with a certain solemnity.
“Who are you, young man,” he said, “that you should put in your word and
do what you can to unsettle a well-considered family arrangement? You
heard me say not ten minutes since that just the thing we were wanting
in was money. We’re no in a position to make up incomes either for auld
wives or young lads. We’re all ready to acknowledge our duty to my
mother, and to pay it in kind according to our ability. If she tires of
Jean, she may come to me; none of us would shut our houses against her;
but as for an income, and to leave her free to make her house a refuge
for the destitute, as she has aye done, more’s the pity--”
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