The Heir Presumptive and the Heir ApparentOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Heir Presumptive and the Heir Apparent
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Aristocracy (Social class) -- England -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
“By Jove,” said the old lord. “You shall answer to a sound thrashing if
you stay here a moment longer. Out of my sight! Miss Hill,” he said,
turning round and offering Mary his arm, “I suppose there is some room
where I can say a word to you. It is clear that you cannot remain an
hour longer in this house.”
CHAPTER XVI.
She took him upstairs to the morning-room, in which she had been living,
and which was full of traces of her habitation and ways--the book on the
table, the work, even the writing paper and the new pen which all this
time she had been trying to use to answer his letter. Her heart was
beating as wildly as if she had been a young girl--beating with pride,
with pleasure, with gratitude, and with that satisfaction in being
vindicated and re-established which it is impossible for human nature
not to feel. It was no doubt a very poor foe who had thus been flung
under her feet; but he had been able to humiliate and insult her. And
Mary felt as proud of her deliverer as if he had faced the dragon. His
very age and physical unimportance made her only the more conscious of
the force and mastery he had shown--a man accustomed to command,
accustomed to hold a foremost place. What a difference it had made to
everything the moment he had appeared! The very atmosphere had changed.
It had become impossible for any one in the world to show her anything
but respect and reverence as soon as Lord Frogmore had come. What a
difference! What a difference! Mary had never filled that imposing
place, never had it made evident as a matter of certainty that wherever
she appeared respect must necessarily attend her. She had been respected
in her modesty by those who knew her. But no one had ever thought it
necessary to give to Mary the first place. What a difference! The first
inarticulate feeling in her mind was this which brought her up as upon a
stream of new life. Everything had been different from the moment he had
appeared. No more insult, no further call for self-assertion, no need to
take any trouble. His presence did it all. Where he was there would
always be honor, observance, regard.
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