The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)Lever, Charles
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The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- History -- 1800-1837 -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
While her stepmother went in search of something to offer her, Kate sat
down beside the fire, deep in thought. She had removed her bonnet, and
her long silky hair fell in rich masses over her neck and shoulders,
giving a more fixed expression to her features, which were of deathlike
paleness. And so she sat, gazing intently on the fire, as though
she were reading her very destiny in the red embers before her. Her
preoccupation of mind was such that she never noticed the opening of
the door, nor remarked that her father had entered. The noise of a chair
being moved suddenly startled her. She looked up, and there he stood,
his hat on his head and his arms closely folded on his breast, at the
opposite side of the fire.
“Well, lassie,” said he, after a long and steady stare at her, “ye hae
left your place, or been turned oot o' it,--whilk is the case?”
“I came away of my own accord,” said she, calmly.
“And against my Leddy's wish?”
“No, with her full consent.”
“And how did ye do it? for in her last letter to my sel', she says, 'I
desire ye, therefore, to bear in mind that any step she takes on this
head'--meaning about going away--'shall have been adopted in direct
opposition to my wishes.' What has ye done since that?”
“I have succeeded in convincing her Ladyship that I was right in leaving
her!” said Kate.
“Was it the force of your poleetical convictions that impelled ye to
this course?” said he, with a bitter grin, “for they tell me ye are a
rare champion o' the rights o' the people, and scruple not to denounce
the upper classes, while ye eat their bread.”
“I denounce no one; nor, so far as I know myself, is ingratitude amongst
my faults.”
“Maybe, if one were to tak' your ain narrative for it, ye hae nae faults
worse than mere failings! But this is na telling me why ye left my
Leddy.”
Kate made no answer, but sat steadily watching the fire.
“Ye wad rayther, mayhap, that I asked hersel' aboot it! Well, be it so.
And noo comes anither point. Do ye think that if your conduct has in
any way given displeasure to your mistress, or offended those in whose
service ye were,--do ye think, I say, that ye hae the right to involve
_me_ in your shame and disgrace?”
“Do you mean,” said she, calmly, “that I had no right to come here?”
“It 's just exactly what I mean; that if ye canna mak' friends for
yoursel', ye ought not to turn away those whilk befriend your family.”
“But what was I to have done, then?” said she, gently. “There were
circumstances that required--imperatively required me--to leave Lady
Dorothea--”
“Let me hear them,” said he, breaking in, “It would lead me to speak of
others than myself,--of events which are purely family matters,--were I
to enter upon this theme. Besides,” said she, rising, “I am not, so far
as I know, on my trial. There is not anything laid to my charge. I have
no apologies to render.”
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