Christian fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
The Major's face grew dark, and his eyebrows met in a heavy frown. "I
shall take it mighty hard of you, if you do," said he, sternly and
gloomily. "I tell you, Harry, he is no Bergan at all, and he ought not
to be treated like one. Eleanor would never have written to him, nor
desired you to visit him, if she had known the true state of
affairs;--you can safely take that for granted, and act accordingly.
Besides," he went on, after a slight pause, "it is only fair to warn
you that any one who goes from Bergan Hall over to Oakstead (that's
what he calls his place), doesn't come back again,--with my consent.
There's no relation, nor commerce, nor sympathy, nor liking, between
the two places; and there never can be any while I live,--nor after I
am dead, either, if I can help it. So just put that matter out of your
head, Harry, and say no more about it."
Bergan looked down, and the color rose to his brow. Without seeking to
know the merits of the quarrel between his two uncles, he nevertheless
felt that the abject submission, the complete surrender of principle
and will, expected of him by Major Bergan, was simply impossible; and
he began to wonder if it were not his wisest course to place himself at
once on tenable ground, by saying that, while he should always be glad
of his uncle's advice, and ready to give all due and respectful
consideration to his wishes, yet, in matters involving questions of
right and duty, the final appeal must needs be to his own conscience.
Something of this sort was upon his lips, when the Major spoke again,
and in a more amiable tone.
"I am really sorry, for your sake, Harry, that things are just as they
are," said he. "Of course, it is not agreeable to you to run thus
unexpectedly against a family feud;--I really ought to have written
Eleanor about it, but I thought to spare her the knowledge of her
half-brother's disgrace. Besides, as Godfrey is our nearest neighbor,
it might be pleasant to be on visiting terms, if he and his were only
the right sort of company to keep."
"I think he has children near my own age," remarked Bergan.
"Not now. His two eldest died a few years ago."
"Ah, yes; I remember hearing of it when I was in college."
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