Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's BroodYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Magnum Bonum; Or, Mother Carey's Brood
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Religious fiction
“Yes, you will, if you go on moaning about these fads, and making her
blame herself for them. I don’t say we have all done the right thing
with this money, I’m sure I have not, and most likely it serves us right
to lose it, but to have mother teased about what, after all, was chiefly
owing to her absence, is more than I will stand. The one duty in hand is
to make the best of it for her. I shall run down again as soon as I
hear how this is likely to turn out--for Sunday, perhaps. Keep up a good
heart, Babie Bunting, and whatever you do, don’t let him worry mother.
Good-bye, Armie! What’s the use of being good, if you can’t hold up
against a thing like this?”
“Jock doesn’t know,” said Armine, as the door closed. “Fads indeed!”
“Jock didn’t mean that,” pleaded Babie. “You know he did not; dear, good
Jock, he could not!”
“Jock is a good fellow, but he lives a frivolous, self-indulgent life,
and has got infected with the spirit and the language,” said Armine, “or
he would understand that myself or my own loss is the very last thing I
am troubled about. No, indeed, I should never think of that! It is the
ruin of these poor people and all I meant to have done for them. It is
very strange that we should only be allowed to waken to a sense of our
opportunities to have them taken away from us!”
No one would have expected Armine, always regarded as the most religious
of the family, to be the most dismayed, and neither he nor Barbara could
detect how much of the spoilt child lay at the bottom of his regrets;
but his little sister’s sympathy enabled him to keep from troubling his
mother with his lamentations.
Indeed Allen was usually in presence, and nobody ever ventured on what
might bore Allen. He was in good spirits, believing that the discovery
would put an end to all trifling on Elvira’s part, and that he and she
would thus together be able to act the beneficent genii of the whole
family. Even their mother had a sense of relief. She was very quiet, and
moved about softly, like one severely shaken and bruised; but there
was a calm in knowing the worst, instead of living in continual vague
suspicion.
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