Clergy -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Spouses of clergy -- Fiction
"If you would only talk things out with me instead of keeping me in
such complete ignorance of parish matters," she said with a little
sob which Luke did not notice as his mind was full of his hopes being
frustrated. "I can't help making mistakes when I know nothing. Why
don't you sometimes consult with me?" The effort to speak and yet to
say nothing that would give him a hint of her feelings towards his
mother was so great, that she found herself trembling and leant against
the mantle piece for support.
Luke hesitated before answering. If he had said what was at that moment
in his mind he would have reminded her of her unwise action this
afternoon, adding that he scarcely felt she was competent of giving him
advice, or indeed of discussing any subject of importance with him; He
had, moreover, slowly come to his mother's opinion that Rachel was not
fitted in any way for parish work. The home was her sphere and no-one
could possibly keep his home better for him. And if this afternoon's
work was a specimen of Rachel's wisdom, he was thankful to his mother
for opening his eyes to his wife's incapacity although occasionally he
had doubted her judgment. But glancing at his wife as she stood leaning
against the mantle piece, and, noticing the worried anxious expression
of her face, he kept his thoughts to himself, saying:
"You have quite enough to worry you with the housekeeping bills I am
sure. I don't want to add a grain of anxiety."
"But don't you see how much less I should worry if I knew a little of
what is passing in your mind. I often wonder and wonder what you are
thinking of when you sit silent and deep in thought. If you would only
tell me sometimes."
He gave a little laugh.
"Oh well don't worry now any more about this," he said. "It will
all be the same a hundred years hence." Then he added with forced
cheerfulness, "It's no use crying over spilt milk. The thing is done
and it can't be helped; and I know it has been done in kindness. Cheer
up dear."
As he left the room Rachel sat down on the sofa. His last words had
stung her.
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