Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary BiographyOliphant, Laurence
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Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary Biography
Oliphant, Laurence
Piccadilly (London, England) -- Fiction
"Wait a minute; I should like Lady Ursula to be present," I said; for
even now I did not feel that I could trust the old lady thoroughly, and
I rang the bell. It was delightful to see how submissively Lady Broadhem
sent for Lady Ursula, and how kindly she greeted both son and daughter
as they entered, for Broadhem accompanied his sister.
"I have sent for you, my dear," she said, "to tell you how much we owe
to our kind friend here, who has completely relieved my mind from all
those anxieties which have been weighing upon it for the last few years,
by his noble and generous conduct. Ursula, dear, you will never know
really how much you owe him, for he has shown me that I have not done my
duty to you as a mother;" and Lady Broadhem's voice trembled. "Upon my
word," I thought, "I do believe the old woman is sincere;" and I looked
at her fixedly. The tears were filling her eyes. Now pray heaven that we
have got to heart at last--it is like sinking a well in a thirsty
desert, and coming on water. Yes, there they are welling out, honest
large drops, chasing each other to the point of her nose. Oh, my dear
Lady Broadhem, I am beginning to love you, and my eyes are beginning to
swim too; and before she knew where she was, I threw my arms round her
neck and kissed her--an example which was rapidly followed both by
Ursula and Broadhem, and which so overcame their mother that she buried
her face in a pillow and sobbed out--in tears that might at first have
been bitter, but were assuredly sweet and refreshing at last--her
repentance. I don't think Broadhem had any very definite idea why he
wept, beyond a feeling of sympathy with his mother, and the fact, which
I afterwards heard, that Wild Harrie had taken Spiffy's advice, and
refused him; so he mingled his tears with hers, but Lady Ursula's eyes
were dry and supernaturally brilliant. As I gazed on the group, my own
heart seemed to swell to bursting. I do really believe and trust that
Lady Broadhem will give up the worldly-holies, and become a pious good
woman; and that those talents and that force of character which she
possesses may be dedicated to a higher service than they have heretofore
been. If I have been the humble instrument of working the change, the
sooner I send Grandon here and vanish myself from the scene, the better,
or I shall become vain and conceited, I thought; and I rose from my
seat.
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