Oliver Constable, miller and baker, Vol. 3 (of 3)Tytler, Sarah
Philosophy
Oliver Constable, miller and baker, Vol. 3 (of 3)
Tytler, Sarah
England -- Social conditions -- 19th century -- Fiction
‘Oh! no, no, Mr. Oliver,’ refused ’Liza, in a fresh paroxysm of alarm
and trouble. Mother would be fit to kill me outright, if I came in
with a man—with a gentleman, at this hour of the morning—though it is
morning—not night,’ pleaded ’Liza piteously; ‘and old Betty Miles has
come to wash, and had the door opened for her’—taking further refuge
in the business of the day’s having really begun—‘or else I should not
have dared to get up, and slip out at all. Oh dear! You do not know
how hard mother has grown, how hard everything is, since poor ’Mily
went wrong,’ protested ’Liza, weeping, not violently, but in a crushed
manner. ‘It is so dull you cannot think! We dare not lift up our heads
from our work, or make a joke, or speak of running out to pay a single
call. Mother says we are all as bad as ’Mily, and have no sense or
feeling. She is ashamed of us. No respectable people will wish us to
darken their doors, or dream of returning our visits. But oh! it would
be nothing, Mr. Oliver,’ broke off ’Liza, returning to the dominant
cause of her misery, ‘if Jack Dadd were only a little better. Mother
may do or say what she chooses,’ continued the girl, writhing like any
other worm trodden on, and turning on its oppressor, ‘I must and will
hear how Jack is, or I shall go mad. Mother may serve me as she served
’Mily. I don’t care, there! Anybody may hear me, and go and tell mother
that likes.’
‘Jack is highly honoured,’ said Oliver, at a loss for any other
observation. ‘But now, don’t you think, since he is no worse, and will
soon, I trust, be a great deal better, it would be as well for you to
take care of yourself, and do what your mother wishes you, for his
sake, as well as hers, Miss ’Liza?’
‘Oh! hush, hush! Don’t say my name, in case anybody hear you,’ ’Liza
objected with the greatest inconsistency. ‘You are a kind chap—that is,
you are very good; but I did not mean you or anybody to see or know me.
I thought you would not penetrate my disguise,’ said ’Liza with solemn
simplicity.
‘I was too clever,’ said Oliver, tempted to laugh.
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