He that will not when he may; vol. IOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
General
He that will not when he may; vol. I
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction
“A small room is no matter to me,” said Spears. “I’m not used to
anything different. In such a career as mine we’re glad to get shelter
anywhere.” He laughed as he spoke of his career. What was his career? He
looked as if he expected her to know. Lady Markham concealed her
perplexity by a little bow, and turned to Brown, who was waiting her
orders with a half-ludicrous sentimental air of sympathy with his
mistress.
“Put Mr. Spears into the chintz-room in the east wing; it is a better
room,” she said. Then she led the way into the brightness, on the verge
of which they had been standing. “It is almost too warm for fires,” she
said, “but you may like to come nearer to it after your journey. Where
have you come from, Paul? Children, now that you have seen Paul, you had
better go up stairs to bed.”
“I knew how it would be,” said Marie; “no one cares for us now Paul has
come.”
“No one will so much as see mamma as long as he is here,” said Bell;
while the boys, withdrawing reluctantly, stopping to whisper, and throw
black looks back upon the stranger as they strolled away, wondered
almost audibly what sort of fellow Paul had got with him. “A bailiff,
_I_ think,” said Roland; “just the sort of fellow that comes after the
men in _Harry Lorrequer_.” “Or he’s done something, and it’s a turnkey,”
said Harry. Elder brothers were in the way of getting into trouble in
the works with which these young heroes were familiar. Thus at Paul’s
appearance the pretty picture broke up and faded away like a
phantasmagoria. Childhood and innocence disappeared, and care came back.
The aspect of the very room changed where now there was the young man,
peremptory and authoritative, and the two ladies tremulous with the
happiness of his return, yet watching him with breathless anxiety,
reading, or trying to read, every change in his face.
“Your last letter was from Yorkshire, Paul; what have you been doing? We
tried to make out, but we could not. You are so unsatisfactory, you
boys; you never will give details of anything. Did you go to see the
Normantons? or were you----”
“I was nowhere--that you know of, at least,” said Paul. “I was with
Spears, holding meetings. We went from one end of the county to another.
I can’t tell you where we went; it would be harder to say where we
didn’t go.”
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