He that will not when he may; vol. IOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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He that will not when he may; vol. I
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction
“I did not mean that,” said Alice, feeling important and splendid;
“introduced means going out into society. I was presented too--of
course I had to be presented. Oh, there are the children down that
opening--do you see them? It is holiday time, and they are all
together.”
Mrs. Lenny looked round with eager interest, again swaying the little
carriage to one side.
“Are you the eldest?” she said; “and you have two little brothers?--only
these two?”
She looked quite anxiously in Alice’s face.
“Only these two--except Paul--and we are three girls--just the same
number of each.”
“Who is Paul?”
“Who is Paul?” said Alice, laughing; “that is the strangest question
here. Paul is the eldest of all--he is my brother. We all come in pairs.
There is Harry and Bell, Roland and Marie--and Paul is mine. He is not
very much at home now,” she said, her face clouding with the
recollection. “He is grown up--he is at Oxford. In the holidays he does
not always come home like the little ones. No one could expect him to be
like the little ones. He is a man.”
To a cooler observer Alice’s eager explanations would have betrayed the
family anxiety, of which Paul was the object. But Mrs. Lenny had other
thoughts in her mind. She clasped her hands together in her lap, and
said, “Dear me, dear, dear me!” with suppressed dismay. This suddenly
reawakened all the girl’s fears. Had it been a mistake, a pretence after
all? Was it no old connection, nothing to do with papa’s business? (what
could papa’s business matter, it would not go to any one’s heart like
the other) but after all some new evil that was threatening Paul?
“Mrs. Lenny,” she cried, “oh tell me first, for I can bear it; is it
about Paul? Has he got into any trouble? Is it something about _him_ you
have really come to tell us! Oh, tell me, tell me! and keep it from
mamma.”
“My dear,” cried Mrs. Lenny, confused, “what do I know about your
brother? I never heard of him before, and oh, I wish I had not heard of
him now. Do you think I would harm him if I had the power to help it?
Not I--not I! if there was anything in my power!”
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