The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver LiningSmedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
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The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver Lining
Smedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
Christmas stories; English fiction -- 19th century; Families -- Fiction
“I am sorry that I feel it impossible to look over this, your first
offence;--you are so young a child that I believed and hoped you had
scarcely been in a position to exercise your own free will in this
instance; that, in fact, you had been merely a passive instrument in
the hands of your elders; but this does not appear to have been the
case--you evidently, being aware of my orders to the contrary, were
persuaded to share in this expedition in order to witness a play; and
you studiously concealed your intentions from your brother, because he,
being older and steadier than yourself, might have interfered to prevent
you from going, which you well knew that he would disapprove of. I
consider this so reprehensible that, in justice, I am bound to punish
you for it, and the only punishment likely to make much impression on
one of your age and character, and to inspire you with a salutary dread
of, and respect for properly constituted authority, is a flogging, which
will be administered to you in private, as soon as morning-school breaks
up.”
Hugh, who had listened to the Doctor’s address as if life or death hung
upon his words, clasped his hands together in an agony of supplication
as his worst fears became realised; the head-master, however, who had
hurried over the latter part of his speech, as though he had mistrusted
in some degree his own resolution, turned hastily away, and began
arranging the papers on his desk; and poor Hugh, finding all hope shut
out from him, crept back to his brother’s side, and burying his face on
Percy’s shoulder, gave way to a burst of passionate but silent weeping.
During the Doctor’s address to Hugh, Norman, who during the whole of
his own examination and sentence had appeared perfectly cool,
self-possessed, and almost indifferent, began for the first time to
evince symptoms of uneasiness:--when the decree for the flogging was
promulgated, he unconsciously bit his lip, and clenched and unclenched
his hand convulsively; but when Hugh burst into tears, he rose and said
in an eager, excited voice--
“I beg your pardon, Doctor Donkiestir, but I believe, in fact I am
certain, this poor child was assured that if the affair came to your
knowledge, he should be protected from the effects of your displeasure.”
“By those who, for their own selfish purposes, were leading him into
evil, I presume?” inquired the Doctor. Norman making no reply, he
continued:--“Did _you_ tell this little fellow such an untruth--pledging
yourself to that which you knew you were unable to perform?”
“If I did not actually say so, I allowed it to be said in my presence
without contradicting it, which amounts to the same thing, sir,” replied
Norman, colouring.
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