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
There is nothing perfect in this world. How different, how very
different, she had expected it all to be! She had expected perhaps that
Harry himself would be a little gratified, that he would be touched by
the faith in him of his little sister and her determination to find him.
Lydia had herself forgotten that this determination had fallen much into
the background in her recent wanderings. She thought her mind had always
been full of it, and that this was the recompense of her devotion. She
was hurt and wounded. Though she was Harry’s sister, and though she had
brought him a fortune in her hand, she was still a stranger in Harry’s
house, and his wife defied her. She could have cried this time in sheer
mortification and injured feeling. “I will let them know that you are
here,” she said with as much stateliness as she could muster. “I have
done all that I suppose is in my power. I will not intrude upon anyone.”
What a dreadful thing it is to be a woman and have that weakness of
crying when you are hurt! Liddy kept her tears in her eyes only by main
force, and could not altogether succeed in subduing the tremor in her
voice.
At this moment, however, the door opened, and the servant appeared,
introducing Lionel, who stared when he saw the party thus assembled.
Lionel was not in the best of tempers. He had been making inquiries as
best he could, and he had found all Lydia’s guesses confirmed. But he
had gone back to find that she had stolen a march upon him, and he was
exceedingly cross, so cross that he was sometimes very angry with, and
at other times very sorry for, himself. When he had made his bow to
Rita, and stared with a gloomy countenance at her husband, he turned to
Lydia with suppressed passion. “My mother has sent me for you,” he said.
“She wishes you to remember that everything must be ready early to be
sent down to the steamboat. Time and tide will wait for no man, you
know.” This was said with a little smile, as if he were beginning to
perceive, and wanted at least to hide from the others, the vexation in
his tone.
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