The Man Who Did the Right Thing: A RomanceJohnston, Harry
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The Man Who Did the Right Thing: A Romance
Johnston, Harry
British -- Africa, East -- Fiction; Missions -- Tanzania -- Fiction
Maud on her return from visiting the Joslings tightened her lips and
"went for" her father as he had never been truth-told before; so Mrs.
Baines, if she did harm to Lucy’s good name and gave her nervous system
a nasty shock, also provoked good in other directions. A disturbance of
the kind seldom fails to clear the air and create a fresher atmosphere.
Maud reproached her father bitterly with his incivility to his eldest
son’s wife; with his general indifference to the well-being of his
children, his selfish absorption in his archæological work, his
unfairness to them in lavishing on it funds which should have been their
patrimony. She even issued a sort of ultimatum: the subsidies to the
Silchester Excavation fund must cease; the curate at Farleigh must be
given his congé and the Vicar—still able-bodied—carry out his own Church
duties: _or_ she would go away and earn her own living as a secretary or
something or other. And she was at once, and on his authority, to ask
Lucy to stay—with Roger, of course—for at least a month. He gave in.
Maud had deeper plans hidden under this surface wrath. Roger was in
difficulties with the Foreign Office, she guessed. He had resigned from
the Indian Army. He might at any time have to forge a new career for
himself and would want a little capital to start with. She reckoned
that her father having originally been a well-to-do man and her mother
having come to him with a substantial dowry, there ought to be a least
twelve thousand pounds to be divided between the four of them. If that
left her father almost entirely dependent on his income—about five
hundred a year—from the twin benefices of Farleigh and Cliddesden, that
would serve him right. He had no business to squander his children’s
money—as it really was—on a work of excavation which the County or the
Nation should finance.
A little repentant and more than a little rheumatic—(besides, Roman
Silchester was turning out so distressingly Christian and so little
Pompeian and Pagan)—he agreed at any rate to look into the matter. The
letter was sent to Lucy, and she came, now quite restored to health.
She found in Maud the selfless friend and good adviser she had long
needed. All she begged and prayed of Roger was that he might leave her
at Farleigh for a time and not frighten her and upset her nerves by
requiring of her the going out into smart Society, where she was ever on
the twitter for fear of being questioned as to her birth and bringing-up
and the circumstances of her life in Africa.
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