The Last of the Mortimers: A Story in Two VoicesOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Last of the Mortimers: A Story in Two Voices
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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This anti-climax was too much for my gravity, and Lizzie looked on with
moist, uncomprehending eyes at the burst of laughter which I could not
restrain. Poor Lizzie! I have no doubt she thought me very heartless
neither to satisfy her guilty desires after such vanities, nor her
scruples of conscience and violent shame at her own weakness. Baby,
however, was more sympathetic. Seeing his beloved Lizzie in tears, a
fellow-feeling made him scream in concert. _He_ had to be consoled,
though his nurse went away wistful, trembling lest I should consent, and
lest I should not consent. But privately I confess I was very much
relieved and not a little ashamed of myself. To think I should have
suspected any absurd love-making between these two! I felt ready to go
and ask poor Lizzie’s pardon. But why should not she go to the theatre
and satisfy her mind? Domenico could not be less than twenty years older
than herself. On the whole, this little episode quite increased the
lightness of my spirits. The day was bright, the spring was every hour
becoming more sweet, and as I sat there by myself with my child in the
little back-room, noting the sunshine, which did not reach us, fall
sweet upon the little walled-in gardens at the back, a sudden project
which had already glanced through my mind, became feasible on the
moment. Yes, I should do it. Lizzie and the baby, for a breath of
country air, should go with me. By actual witness of my own eyes I would
identify the Park.
CHAPTER X.
The next day Harry had duties of one sort and another, which would
completely occupy his time. He had not found any student of genealogy
who could tell him all about the Mortimers of the Park; but he had heard
of one, and, between that and his duty, was full engaged both in person
and thoughts. A better opportunity could not be. I told him I thought of
taking a long walk into the country with Lizzie and baby this beautiful
day; and, except a warning not to go too far and weary myself, Harry had
nothing to say against my intention. I may say, however, that in the
meantime, having consulted with him on the subject, I had plunged
Lizzie’s mind into the most dread commotion of terror, delight, and
curiosity, by consenting to Domenico’s proposal, only adding Mrs.
Goldsworthy to the party, to make all right.
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