The House on the Moor, v. 1/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The House on the Moor, v. 1/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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WHEN Colonel Sutherland had been established for nearly half-an-hour in
the angular arm-chair, which was the most luxurious seat this room
afforded, where he sat holding Susan's hand and keeping her by his side,
it suddenly occurred to him that he had forgotten the other members of
the family in his satisfaction with his new-found niece. "But, my dear
child, your father?" he said, hastily; "he expected me, did he not?--he
is surely at home."
And instantly Susan's countenance fell.
The old Colonel had begun to recover his spirits about his
brother-in-law's house. He saw Susan in blooming health, affectionate,
frank, and cheerful, and he began, with natural hopefulness, to impute
the dismal house and solitary life to some caprice, and to imagine to
himself a loving, united family, who were society enough to themselves.
But it was impossible to mistake the cloud which fell instantly upon
Susan's face. "Oh!--I ought to have told papa," she said, with a
hesitation and reluctance in her voice which went to her uncle's heart.
He drew her still closer to him, and looked in her face anxiously. But
Susan knew nothing of that domestic martyrdom which conceals and smiles
on the family skeleton. She was not aware how great a skeleton it
was--it was simply a thing of course, to her inexperienced spirit.
"I should think he must have heard--I should think Peggy must have told
him," said Susan. "He is not so angry when Peggy goes into the study as
when I go; but if you like, I will go and tell him, uncle, now."
"Never mind, Susan. I daresay your father will come when he chooses. A
deaf man would have heard Peggy's shout," said Colonel Sutherland; "and
Horace--was there nobody but my little girl who came to see the old
uncle--is your brother in the study too?"
"In the study!--he would as soon go down the well or up the chimney,"
said Susan, with a very short and half-frightened laugh. "No,
uncle--Horace is in Faneleigh Woods, or on the Moor. He never minds the
weather. I do think at this time of the year he gets wet through three
times a-week; but I am sure Horace will be very glad to see you--as glad
as I was--oh, I am quite sure!"
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