The Ordeal of Richard Feverel: A History of a Father and SonMeredith, George
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The Ordeal of Richard Feverel: A History of a Father and Son
Meredith, George
Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction
Laying of ghosts is a public duty, and as the mystery of the
apparition that had frightened little Clare was never solved on the
stage of events at Raynham, where dread walked the Abbey, let us go
behind the scenes a moment. Morally superstitious as the baronet
was, the character of his mind was opposed to anything like
spiritual agency in the affairs of men, and, when the matter was
made clear to him, it shook off a weight of weakness and restored
his mental balance; so that from this time he went about more like
the man he had once been, grasping more thoroughly the great truth,
that This World is well designed. Nay, he could laugh on hearing
Adrian, in reminiscence of the ill luck of one of the family
members at its first manifestation, call the uneasy spirit,
Algernon's Leg.
Mrs. Doria was outraged. She maintained that her child had seen----.
Not to believe in it was almost to rob her of her personal property.
After satisfactorily studying his old state of mind in her, Sir
Austin, moved by pity, took her aside one day and showed her that
her Ghost could write words in the flesh. It was a letter from the
unhappy lady who had given Richard birth,--brief cold lines, simply
telling him his house would be disturbed by her no more. Cold lines,
but penned by what heart-broken abnegation, and underlying them with
what anguish of soul! Like most who dealt with him, Lady Feverel
thought her husband a man fatally stern and implacable, and she
acted as silly creatures will act when they fancy they see a fate
against them: she neither petitioned for her right nor claimed it:
she tried to ease her heart's yearning by stealth, and now she
renounced all. Mrs. Doria, not wanting in the family tenderness and
softness, shuddered at him for accepting the sacrifice so
composedly: but he bade her to think how distracting to this boy
would be the sight of such relations between mother and father. A
few years, and as man he should know, and judge, and love her. "Let
this be her penance, not inflicted by me!" Mrs. Doria bowed to the
System for another, not opining when it would be her turn to bow for
herself.
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