In Trust: The Story of a Lady and Her LoverOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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In Trust: The Story of a Lady and Her Lover
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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it, although I cannot but hope and feel certain that my father himself
knows better now.’ This had been her first reply to his explanation; and
he had been satisfied then that what he had done, and the reasons he had
given, were in all senses the best.
It was now, however, the day after Mr. Mountford’s funeral, and
everything had progressed beyond that event. Till it is over, the dead
is still the first person to be considered, and all things refer to him
as to one who is the centre of every thought. But when the earth has
closed over his head then an inevitable change occurs. He is left there
where he lies--be he the most important, the most cherished and
beloved--and other interests push in and take the first place. Cosmo
sat in his chambers on the evening of that day, and read his letters
with a distinct consciousness of this difference, though he himself had
taken no immediate share in the excitements of the dying and the burial.
There was a long, very long letter from Anne, and a shorter one from
Charley Ashley, which he read first with a slight sensation of alarm,
notwithstanding his anxiety to hear about the will; for Cosmo could not
but feel, although he was satisfied himself with the reasons for his
conduct, and though Anne was satisfied, that such a rude simpleton as
the Curate might possibly take a different view. He held Anne’s letter
in his hand while he read the other. Charley was very brief. He was not
much of a correspondent in any case.
‘We got over the funeral well on the whole,’ Charley wrote. ‘The others
only went to the church, but she followed her father to the grave as you
would expect. At one moment I thought she would break down; and then I
confess that I felt, in your place, scarcely her own express command
could have made up to me for being absent at such a time. The reading of
the will was still more trying, if possible--at least I should have
thought so. But she behaved like--herself--I can’t say anything more. I
thought you would like to have a separate account, as, no doubt, she
will make as light of all she has to go through as possible. Only on
this point you ought not altogether to take her own word. She has
acknowledged that she will have a great deal to bear. She wants support,
whatever she may say.’
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