Harry Joscelyn; vol. 3 of 3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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Harry Joscelyn; vol. 3 of 3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Families -- England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
“That is your first duty,” said Mr. Bonamy, almost severely; the
severity was intended for his perverse child, but she took no notice of
it. “Of course you must go to your mother. If I had known, my boy, that
there was a mother in the case----”
“Oh! for heaven’s sake, papa, don’t upbraid him now! it is bad enough
without that. When must you go? and why, now that I am strong as a
little horse, why shouldn’t I go with you?” cried Rita, clasping his arm
with both hers.
“I don’t know any reason, dear, except----” Harry turned appealing eyes
upon Mr. Bonamy, who had stiffened into a man of stone.
“Except--your solemn promise,” said the father; “but that was thought
very binding in my day.”
“In that case there is nothing more to be said, Sir,” said Harry, not
without a shade of incipient offence; and then he turned to his wife.
“It will only be for a very short time, my darling. I shall not be away
from you, you may be sure, a moment longer than I can help.”
Oh, sublime selfishness of marriage! which looks like the most generous
and perfect of sentiments to the two concerned; the bystanders scarcely
saw it in the same light. The father, realizing that his child had to be
consoled for being left a week or two to his sole company and
tenderness; the sister, who had taken so much trouble to reinstate her
brother in his fortune and family, finding out that he was to give to
that family not a moment longer than he could help--looked at each other
with a mutual understanding, which found vent on Lydia’s side in an
uncontrollable laugh of mingled humour and disgust. “Mother would be
pleased to hear you say so, Harry,” she cried, “after ten years. I think
you might give her a day or two of your free will beyond that.”
Rita was very quick-witted, and she saw and was ashamed. She detached
herself from her husband and drew near to his sister. “I daresay you
don’t like me, d’avance, because I have the first right to him,” she
said.
“I have never seen him since I was a child,” said Liddy, with dignity.
“It cannot be supposed that it makes much difference to me. I was very
anxious to find him for mother’s sake, and to let him have his property,
because it was justice, but otherwise why should I fight with any one
about him? he is a stranger to me.”
“Don’t say so, Liddy,” her brother cried.
“I must say so when I am asked such questions. Mrs. Harry does not seem
to understand,” Liddy said.
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