The House on the Moor, v. 3/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The House on the Moor, v. 3/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction
"What does he say, uncle?" asked Susan, when, after a considerable
pause, and two readings of the letter, Uncle Edward carefully refolded
it, laid it down by his own plate, and went on with his breakfast
without another word.
"Oh, hum--nothing particular, my dear child--nothing of any
importance," said Colonel Sutherland, with a troubled face, opening the
letter again and glancing over it; as if he might perhaps find out
somewhere a key to the moral cipher in which it was written. He was slow
to take offence; but its tone affronted the old soldier. There was a
shade of mockery, visible even to Uncle Edward's earnest, unsuspicious
eyes; and whether it was true, and Musgrave was to blame--or false, and
a disgrace to Horace, there was equal pain in the alternative; in either
case it was not for Susan's eyes.
"Uncle, has Horace been doing something very wrong?" asked Susan, after
a little interval, with the moisture rising to her eyes. Colonel
Sutherland made a little use of his infirmity at that moment. He bent
his deaf ear towards her, asking, "What, my love?" as if he had neither
heard nor could guess what her question was; and before she could speak
again, made an exclamation of surprise over another letter, the postmark
of which he was regarding curiously. "London! why, Susan, Musgrave has
come home!"
And before the Colonel could assure himself of this unexpected event by
a glance over his letter, a commotion was heard outside; Patchey intent
upon showing into the drawing-room somebody who was equally intent upon
finding his way direct to the Colonel's presence.
"Why, man, I have come all the way from the Cape to see him," burst at
last upon their hearing, in a manly voice, somewhat loud, and full of
exhilaration, from the hall. "I tell you, he'll give me some breakfast;
the kindest friend I ever had in the world, do you think he'll refuse to
see _me?_"
"The Colonel's a kind friend to many a person, but it's agin his
principle to be disturbed at his meals," said Patchey, obstinately.
"I'll tell him whenever the bell rings, but in the meanwhile you'll walk
in _here_."
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