The Cuckoo in the Nest, v. 2/2Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Cuckoo in the Nest, v. 2/2
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction
his old friends, or what would he do? This question occupied the mind of
the neighbourhood very much for the day or two after the news was
received, and it became apparent that something must be done. The old
man could not be left alone in his trouble, unsolaced by any friendly
word; the details must be inquired into--the time of the funeral, so
that proper respect might be paid. Many people sent cards, and servants
to make the necessary inquiries, but one or two gentlemen went
themselves, Lord Hartmore in particular, who as virtually the head of
the county, and actually a very old friend, felt it incumbent upon him
to carry his sympathy and condolence in person. Lord Hartmore was
received by a young lady in very deep mourning, already covered in crape
from top to toe, and crowned with the most orthodox of widows’ caps. She
was very quiet, but very firm.
“I cannot allow any one to disturb Sir Giles,” she said; “he is very
much broken down. Absolute quiet, and as little reference as possible to
the details of our great trouble, are indispensable, the doctor says.”
Lord Hartmore was much surprised at the self-possession of the young
woman, and at her language.
“The tone of the voice was of course a little uneducated,” he said, “but
she talked, my dear, she talked as well as you or I, and made use of the
same expressions!”
“Why, what other expressions could any one make use of?” cried Lady
Hartmore.
“I said an old friend like myself should surely be made an exception;
but she didn’t give in. ‘My father-in-law has seen none of his old
friends for a long time,’ she said quite pointedly; ‘he is not
accustomed to seeing them. It would be a great agitation to him, and I
am charged to see that he is not disturbed.’ I assure you,” said Lord
Hartmore, “I didn’t know what to say. We have all deserted him in the
most horrid way. The young woman was right: to put in an appearance
just at this moment, not having shown since poor Lady Piercey’s funeral,
might quite probably be very discomposing to the old man!”
“And what about the funeral?” was the next question that was asked.
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