The Daltons; Or, Three Roads In Life. Volume I (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Daltons; Or, Three Roads In Life. Volume I (of II)
Lever, Charles
English fiction -- 19th century
“At what hour was he to come for the answer?”
“At ten,” said she, still lower.
“Well, you 'd better write it at once,” said he, with a peevishness very
different from his ordinary manner. “They've remained here already four
days isn't it four days she says? to give us time to make up our minds;
we cannot detain them any longer.”
“Lady Hester has shown every consideration for our difficulty,” said
Kate. “We cannot be too grateful for her kindness.”
“Tell her so,” said he, bitterly. “I suppose women know when to believe
each other.”
“And what reply am I to make, sir?” said she, calmly, as having put
aside her work, she took her place at the writing-table.
“Faith, I don't care,” said he, doggedly. “Nor is it much matter
what opinion I give. I am nobody now; I have no right to decide upon
anything.”
“The right and duty are both yours, papa.”
“Duty! So I'm to be taught my duty as well as the rest!” said he,
passionately. “Don't you think there are some others might remember that
they have duties also?”
“Would that I could fulfil mine as my heart dictates them!” said Ellen;
and her lip trembled as she spoke the words.
“Faith! I scarce know what 's my duty, with all the drilling and
dictating I get,” muttered he, sulkily. “But this I know, there 's no
will left me I dare not budge this side or that without leave.”
“Dearest papa, be just to yourself, if not to me.”
“Isn't it truth I'm saying?” continued he, his anger rising with every
word he spoke. “One day, I'm forbid to ask my friends home with me
to dinner. Another, I 'm told I ought n't to go dine with them. I 'm
tutored and lectured at every hand's turn. Never a thought crosses me,
but it 's sure to be wrong. You din into my ears, how happy it is to be
poor when one 's contented.”
“The lesson was yours, dear papa,” said Nelly, smiling. “Don't disavow
your own teaching.”
“Well, the more fool me. I know better now. But what's the use of it?
When the prospect of a little ease and comfort was offered to me, you
persuaded me to refuse it. Ay, that you did! You began with the old
story about our happy hearth and contentment; and where is it now?”
A sob, so low as to be scarcely heard, broke from Nelly, and she pressed
her hand to her heart with a convulsive force.
“Can you deny it? You made me reject the only piece of kindness ever was
shown me in a life long. There was the opportunity of spending the rest
of my days in peace, and you wouldn't let me take it. And the fool I was
to listen to you!”
“Oh, papa, how you wrong her!” cried Kate, as, in a torrent of tears,
she bent over his chair. “Dearest Nelly has no thought but for us. Her
whole heart is our own.”
“If you could but see it!” cried Nelly, with a thick utterance.
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