Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 1 (of 3)Grant, James
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Only an Ensign: A Tale of the Retreat from Cabul, Volume 1 (of 3)
Grant, James
Afghan Wars -- Fiction
Constance, on the other hand, was full of indignation against him for
taking what she not unnaturally believed to be a most unwarrantable
and unfair advantage of their now false position, their growing
monetary troubles and disgrace, to insult her helpless daughter; she
was furious, therefore, as a tigress about to be robbed of her young,
and though fiery in her wrath, yet stately and proud in her bearing
as a little tragedy queen.
"How, sir, have you dared to come hither after being forbidden my
house?" she exclaimed, in the full belief that Audley, when
entreating only that he might write to Sybil, had been forcing a
passage into her chamber; "and why at such an untimeous hour as this?
Oh shame, sir! shame! Have you neither honour nor compassion? Could
you forget that the poor girl you pretended to love was your own
cousin?" Then changing suddenly from upbraiding to scorn, she added,
"Truly the legal snake Downie Trevelyan is well represented by his
son, who would break into my daughter's room like a thief in the
night, and seek perhaps to steal her honour, after having stolen her
patrimony! Begone, sir, instantly, ere I summon aid and have you
exposed--it may be, arrested."
"Oh, madam, do permit me to explain all this," urged Audley almost
piteously; but Constance, in the full tide of her indignation would
listen to nothing. She showered upon him reproaches, and, summoning
Winny Braddon, ordered her to ring the long disused house-bell, cast
loose the watch-dog, and bring assistance. Never had the terrified
Sybil seen her constitutionally gentle, placid, and ladylike mother
in so wild a gust of passion; and with clasped hands and colourless
face, she turned her weeping eyes alternately, with imploring
glances, from her to Audley, who seemed to feel acutely that his
position was absurd, dangerous, and pitiful; so he was filled by an
emotion of shame till it took the phase of irritation.
"Leave us, Audley, I entreat you--see, mamma is seriously ill!" said
Sybil, on perceiving Constance press her hands upon her temples,
displaying, as she did so, the snowy whiteness of her taper arms,
while tottering into a chair. Audley gave the scared girl a glance
full of agony in expression, and said:--
"I shall write and explain all, and she will do me justice when
calmer; to-night, any attempts at elucidation were utterly vain. I
am to blame for my rashness and selfishness in compromising you thus;
but not so much to blame as she thinks, however. Your heart at least
will excuse and plead for me; and now, dearest Sybil, a long,
long--farewell!"
He was gone!
Sybil stayed not to listen to his departing steps, but sprang to the
side of her mother, who, weakened by past sorrow and emotion, had
felt this episode in all its real and imaginary details, too much for
the nervous system. She had fainted, and now lay back in her chair
whiter than a lily.
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