Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary BiographyOliphant, Laurence
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Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary Biography
Oliphant, Laurence
Piccadilly (London, England) -- Fiction
I did not know how to approach the subject, and felt embarrassed now
that I found myself obliged to explain to a daughter that her mother was
going to marry the man that daughter had rejected, as an act of revenge.
"No," said Lady Ursula. "I have suspected by her preoccupied manner for
many days past that mamma had decided upon something, but I have shrunk
from speaking to her of her own plans. Indeed she seemed to have avoided
me in a way which she never did before."
"Before telling you what she intended doing, I must premise that she has
quite abandoned the idea; therefore don't let yourself be distressed by
what might have been, but won't be now."
I risked this assertion as, though Lady Broadhem had not told me that
she had abandoned the idea, and was at that moment in a dead faint, I
felt certain that her first impulse on "coming to" would be to abandon
it. "Well," said Lady Ursula, with her lip trembling and her eye cast
down, "if you think it right that you should tell me, do so; remember
she is my mother."
"It was nothing so very dreadful after all," I said, and tried to
reassure her by a careless manner--for I saw how much she dreaded the
unknown.
"The fact is, Lady Broadhem has been driven to despair by the family
embarrassments, and we must make allowances for her under the
circumstances. Then perhaps she was under the influence of pique. At all
events, she has made up her mind to accept a proposal which Mr Chundango
had the audacity to make."
Lady Ursula raised her eyes in a bewildered way to mine. It was evident
that she had failed even now to comprehend me. What business, I thought,
had I to come up here after all? It is a piece of impertinence in me;
and I trembled at my rashness. What will she think? I shall shock her,
and ruin myself in her estimation irretrievably; and I wished myself
back again, slapping the soles of Lady Broadhem's feet; but Lady
Broadhem was already making use of those very soles, and was marching
up-stairs at that identical moment; for before I could find words to
explain my meaning more fully to Lady Ursula, and while I was yet
doubting whether I should not back out of the whole subject, in stalked
her ladyship, very white, with lips compressed, and an expression on her
face which so terrified Ursula that she forgot my speech in the
amazement and alarm which her mother's aspect caused her. "What are you
doing in my daughter's private sitting-room, Lord Frank?" said Lady
Broadhem, between her teeth.
"I came to tell her of your sudden illness, and explain the cause of
it," I replied, calmly.
"And have you done so?" and I saw how much depended on my answer by the
nervous way in which Lady Broadhem clenched her hand to control her
emotion: she has given me a good many _mauvais quarts d'heures_, I
thought--I will give her one now.
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