Scenes and Characters, or, Eighteen Months at BeechcroftYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Scenes and Characters, or, Eighteen Months at Beechcroft
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Thus it was with Lilias. Grief and anxiety aided her in subduing her
will and learning resignation. She did not neglect her daily duties, but
was more exact in their fulfilment; and low as her spirits had been
before, she now had an inward spring which enabled her to be the support
of the rest. She was useful to her father, always ready to talk to
Claude, or walk with him in the intervals when he was sent out of the
sickroom to rest and breathe the fresh air. She was cheerful and patient
with Emily, and devoid of petulance when annoyed by the spirits of the
younger ones rising higher than accorded with the sad and anxious hearts
of their elders. Her most painful feeling was, that it was possible that
she might be punished through her cousin, as she had already been through
Agnes; that her follies might have brought this distress upon every one,
and that this was the price at which the child’s baptism was to be
bought. Yet Lily would not have changed her present thoughts for any of
her varying frames of mind since that fatal Whitsuntide. Better feelings
were springing up within her than she had then known; the church service
and Sunday were infinitely more to her, and she was beginning to obtain
peace of mind independent of external things.
She could not help rejoicing to see how many evidences of affection to
the Rector were called forth by this illness; presents of fruit poured in
from all quarters, from Lord Rotherwood’s choice hothouse grapes, to poor
little Kezia Grey’s wood-strawberries; inquiries were continual, and the
stillness of the village was wonderful. There was no cricket on the
hill, no talking in the street, no hallooing in the hay-field, and no
burst of noise when the children were let out of school. Many of the
people were themselves in grief for the loss of their own relations; and
when on Sunday the Miss Mohuns saw how many were dressed in black, they
thought with a pang how soon they themselves might be mourning for one
whose influence they had crippled, and whose plans they had thwarted
during the three short years of his ministry.
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