The Days of My Life: An AutobiographyOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Days of My Life: An Autobiography
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret), 1828-1897
I made no answer--my mind was busied with my own projects--already in my
mind I had begun my life of heroism and martyrdom at Cottiswoode.
Already I washed the feet of the poor, and watched by the bedside of the
plague-stricken. I did not pause to consider possibilities, nor ordinary
rules; but followed up my own wild idea, in my own eager fashion. He
waited for something further from me; but I said nothing to him, and
after a little interval he went away.
It was now Friday, and I had pledged myself to be ready on Monday to go
to Cottiswoode. I went immediately to find Alice; I could perceive that
she had been waiting with great anxiety the issue of our interview,
though, absorbed as I was in my new thought, it did not immediately
occur to me why--and when I went to her, Alice was quite nervous with
expectation.
"Do you think some one could be got quickly to keep the house, Alice?"
said I, "do you think you could find some one to-day or to-morrow?"
Her face lighted up suddenly.
"To be sure I could, Miss Hester," said Alice; "but, dear, why?"
"Because I have arranged to go home on Monday," said I, "to go home,
Alice, to the duties of my life."
"Bless you, darling!" she cried; but her color changed when she saw my
unresponsive face; "it's not against your will, dear," she said timidly,
"you're not forced to go, Miss Hester?"
"_Forced?_ no! unless by my duty, which is there," said I. "I begin to
see what is the use of me, Alice, or what should be, rather; for I have
never been of use to any one. I must go to begin my work, there is the
proper field for me--and now, when I know what it is, unhappiness will
never prevent me from doing my duty."
"Is that all, Miss Hester?" said Alice, with a wistful look--she was
more disappointed than even _he_ had been.
"Yes! that is all," said I, "what more should any one seek for? I wonder
you never told me, Alice, how useless I was."
"Has any one told you now?" said Alice, drawing herself up with a little
flush of simple anger; "or, dear, what has put such a thought in your
mind to-day?"
"Not any one telling me," I answered; "but I see it very well, and
clearly--perhaps, indeed, after all, I could not have done very much
when I was a girl--it is different now; but, Alice, let us see what
preparations we have to make, for there is very little time."
"Yes, Miss Hester, directly," said Alice, taking up her bonnet. "I'll go
and see after the old woman--don't you be waiting about the library,
dear, it's a dreary place for you. Wouldn't you come out now your own
self, Miss Hester, and breathe the air--Cambridge streets are no great
things, I dare say, to them that's been in foreign countries and in
London, but better than always moping in the house--come, darling--come
yourself and see."
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