Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; South African War, 1899-1902 -- Fiction
"I think you love me, James. I've always tried to be a good father to
you; and God knows I've done all I could to make you happy. If I did
wrong in letting you become engaged, I beg your pardon. No; let me go
on." This he said in answer to Jamie's movement of affectionate protest.
"I don't say it to reproach you, but your mother and I have denied
ourselves in all we could so that you should be happy and comfortable.
It's been a pleasure to us, for we love you with all our hearts. You
know what happened to me when I left the army. I told you years ago of
the awful disgrace I suffered. I could never have lived except for my
trust in God and my trust in you. I looked to you to regain the honour
which I had lost. Ah! you don't know how anxiously I watched you, and
the joy with which I said to myself, 'There is a good and honourable
man.' And now you want to stain that honour. Oh, James, James! I'm old,
and I can't live long. If you love me, if you think you have cause for
gratitude to me, do this one little thing I ask you! For my sake, my
dear, keep your word to Mary Clibborn."
"You're asking me to do something immoral, father."
Then Colonel Parsons helplessly dropped his hands from Jamie's
shoulders, and turned to the others, his eyes full of tears.
"I don't understand what he means!" he groaned.
He sank on a chair and hid his face.
XIV
Major Forsyth was not at all discouraged by the issue of his
intervention.
"Now I see how the land lies," he said, "it's all plain sailing.
Reconnoitre first, and then wire in."
He bravely attacked James next day, when they were smoking in the garden
after breakfast. Uncle William smoked nothing but gold-tipped
cigarettes, which excited his nephew's open scorn.
"I've been thinking about what you said yesterday, James," he began.
"For Heaven's sake, Uncle William, don't talk about it any more. I'm
heartily sick of the whole thing. I've made up my mind, and I really
shall not alter it for anything you may say."
Major Forsyth changed the conversation with what might have been
described as a strategic movement to the rear. He said that Jamie's
answer told him all he wished to know, and he was content now to leave
the seeds which he had sown to spring up of their own accord.
"I'm perfectly satisfied," he told his sister, complacently. "You'll
see that if it'll all come right now."
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