Harry Joscelyn; vol. 1 of 3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Harry Joscelyn; vol. 1 of 3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Families -- England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
“I’m not acquainted with any young fools,” she said, almost sharply,
and, in her irritation, did not turn round, or even pause, but went
straight forward into the house. Her father stood for a few moments
switching his boots with the whip in his hand. He was uneasy in spite of
himself. He did not intend any special brutality. He meant no harm to
his son, only a severe lesson that should bring Harry “to heel,” like
one of his pointers. Above all he did not mean any scandal, any storm of
rural gossip. He was alarmed by the idea of all that might be said if it
were known that Harry had been shut out of his father’s house, for no
particular harm, only because he was late of returning home.
Accordingly, after a few moments’ indecision, he followed Joan into the
house and into the parlour, where he found her, as he felt certain he
should, with her mother. The women were clinging together, comforting
each other, when he pushed the door open; and they were greatly
startled by his appearance. Joan came away from her mother’s side
hastily. She did not wish it to be seen that there was moisture in her
eyes, or that she had actually--she, the matter-of-fact Joan--been
consoling the poor feeble woman whose tendency to make a fuss had always
stood between them. “Well,” she said hastily, “what is it, father?”
coming in front of Mrs. Joscelyn, and standing with her back to her
mother, shielding her from all critical eyes.
Joscelyn threw himself into his chair by the fire, and turned it round
towards them. He had caught them, he thought. “What are you two
colleaguing about? There’s some mischief up, or two women would never be
laying their heads together. Commonly you’re never such friends.”
“If we’re not friends it’s the more shame to us,” said Joan.
“That’s your look out; it isn’t mine. _I_ don’t want you to be friends.
You’re a deal better the other way. I’ll not have two of you in corners
all about the place taking my character away. _I_ know what that means.
As soon as you’ve got some one to talk about, and compare notes, and
conspire against----”
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