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
Her countenance fell a little. "Indeed I did not say so, cousin Hester,"
she explained, though with an embarrassment which made it very evident
to me that I was right. "She thought it wrong of you to go away, but it
was different after Mr. Southcote told her, and she is so very sorry for
you, dear cousin, and says she is sure you are not happy. Oh, indeed it
was not at all hard to persuade her to let me come to-day. I am very
bold to beg so for an invitation, but I do so wish to come, cousin; you
will write?"
"It would do me good to have you with me, Flora," I said, sadly; "but I
think I have grown very foolish and nervous. I am almost afraid to write
to your mamma. I fancy _she_ cannot see anything to excuse me. Happy
people are sometimes not the best judges, Flora, and she has never been
very wretched, I am sure. And then, what would _he_ say? Nobody can
think well of me in Cambridgeshire; and _he_ would not like to have his
young bride staying with me. I am sure he would not, Flora."
"Say you would rather I did not come, cousin Hester," said Flora, who
was nearly crying; "don't say such cruel things as _that_."
"Yet they are true," I said; "I know what I have lost, and that few
people can think well of me. It will be better not, dear Flora, though
it would be a great happiness to me. Now, come here. This was my
mother's, and I have sometimes worn it myself. You like to be called
like her, Flora. Will you wear it for her sake?"
As I spoke I clasped upon her pretty neck the little gold chain, with
its diamond pendant, which I had been so proud to wear on that first
fated night when I met Harry. She had not yet dried her few bright tears
of disappointment and sympathy, and one fell upon the gems, making them
all the brighter. She still cried a little as she thanked me. I knew it
was a gift to please her greatly, for pretty as it was itself, and
valuable, it had an additional charm to her affectionate heart.
"And for your sake, cousin--am I not to like it for your sake?" cried
Flora; "I love to hear of her--but I love you, your very own self--may I
wear it for your sake?"
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