The Laurel Bush: An Old-Fashioned Love StoryCraik, Dinah Maria Mulock
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The Laurel Bush: An Old-Fashioned Love Story
Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
Fiction; Love stories
Nevertheless Mr. Roy and Miss Williams took their part in laughing with
their young people, and trying to keep them in order; though after a
while both relapsed into silence. One did at least, for it had been a
long day and she was tired, being, as she had said, "not so young as she
had been." But if any of these lively young people had asked her the
question whether she was happy, or at least contented, she would have
never hesitated about her reply. Young, gay, and prosperous as they
were, I doubt if Fortune Williams would have changed lots with any one of
them all.
Chapter 6
As it befell, that day at Balcarras was the last of the bright days, in
every sense, for the time being. Wet weather set in, as even the most
partial witness must allow does occasionally happen in Scotland, and the
domestic barometer seemed to go down accordingly. The girls grumbled at
being kept in-doors, and would willingly have gone out golfing under
umbrellas, but Auntie was remorseless. They were delicate girls at best,
so that her watch over them was never-ceasing, and her patience
inexhaustible.
David Dalziel also was in a very trouble-some mood, quite unusual for
him. He came and went, complained bitterly that the girls were not
allowed to go out with him; abused the place, the climate, and did all
those sort of bearish things which young gentlemen are sometimes in the
habit of doing, when--when that wicked little boy whom they read about at
school and college makes himself known to them as a pleasant, or
unpleasant, reality.
Miss Williams, whom, I am afraid, was far too simple a woman for the new
generation, which has become so extraordinarily wise and wide-awake,
opened her eyes and wondered why David was so unlike his usual self. Mr.
Roy, too, to whom he behaved worse than to any one else, only the elder
man quietly ignored it all, and was very patient and gentle with the
restless, ill-tempered boy--Mr. Roy even remarked that he thought David
would be happier at his work again; idling was a bad thing for young
fellows at his age, or any age.
At last it came out, the bitterness which rankled in the poor lad's
breast; with another secret, which, foolish woman that she was, Miss
Williams had never in the smallest degree suspected. Very odd that she
had not, but so it was. We all find it difficult to realize the moment
when our children cease to be children. Still more difficult is it for
very serious and earnest natures to recognize that there are other
natures who take things in a totally different way, and yet it may be the
right and natural way for them. Such is the fact; we must learn it, and
the sooner we learn it, the better.
One day, when the rain had a little abated, David appeared, greatly
disappointed to find the girls had gone out, down to the West Sands with
Mr. Roy.
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