It was a very dreadful recollection to obtrude into the mind of the
spectator in such a touching scene; but Katherine could not keep out of
her eyes the vision of an old man in his chair saying quite calmly, “God
damn them,” as he sat by his fireside. The thought made her shudder; it
was one never to be communicated to any creature; but Lady Jane
perceived the little tremulous movement that betrayed her, and naturally
misinterpreted its cause.
“Yes,” she said, “my dear Stella, I am very happy for you; but there is
poor Katherine left out in the cold who has done so much for him all
these years.”
Stella, as was so natural to her, went on with the catalogue of her own
woes without taking any notice of this. “Such a time as we have gone
through, Lady Jane! Oh, I have reflected many a time, if it had not been
for what everybody told us, I never, never, would have done so silly a
thing. You all said, you remember, that papa would not hold out, that he
could not get on without me, that he would be quite sure to send for me
home. And I was over-persuaded. India is a dreadful place. You have
double pay, but, oh, far more than double expenses! and as for dress,
you want as much, if not more, than you would in London, and tribes upon
tribes of servants that can do nothing. And then the children coming.
And Job that has never had a day’s health, and how he is to live in
England with a liver like a Strasburg goose, and his father stuffing him
with everything that is bad for him, I don’t know. It has been a
dreadful time; Kate has had all the good and I’ve had all the evil for
seven years--fancy, for seven long years.”
“But you’ve had a good husband, at all events, Stella; and some pleasant
things,” Lady Jane murmured in self-defence.
“Oh, Charlie! I don’t say that he is any worse than the rest. But fancy
me--me, Stella, that you knew as a girl with everything I could think
of--going to Government House over and over again in the same old dress;
and Paris diamonds that cost ten pounds when they were new.”
At this dreadful picture Lady Jane bowed her head. What could she reply?
Katherine had not required to go anywhere a number of times in the same
old dress--but that was probably because she went to very few
places--nor in Paris diamonds at ten pounds, for she had not any
diamonds at all, false or true. To change the subject, which had taken a
turn more individual than was pleasant, she asked whether she might not
see the dear children?
“Oh yes,” said Stella, “if they will come--or, at least, if Job will
come, for baby is too small to have a will of her own. Kate, do you
think that you could bring Job? It isn’t that it is any pleasure to see
him, I’m sure. When his father is here he will speak to no one else, and
when his father isn’t here he just cries and kicks everybody. I think,
Kate, he hates you less than the rest. Will you try and get him to come
if Lady Jane wants to see him? Why anybody should want to see him I am
sure is a mystery to me.”
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