The Primrose Path: A Chapter in the Annals of the Kingdom of FifeOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Primrose Path: A Chapter in the Annals of the Kingdom of Fife
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fife (Scotland) -- Fiction
To betray to a person who loves you that his gaze, his touch, his close
vicinity is distasteful, what a dreadful thing to do--what a wound to
his feelings, and his pride, and his fondness! If he would not do it;
if he would keep a little farther off, and keep his arms by his side
like other people, how much more pleasant; but to be so unsympathetic,
so unfeeling, as to show him that you did not like what he meant in
such great kindness! this was more than Margaret could do. As she sat
back in the carriage and was carried along through the gray landscape,
with a whiff of Mrs. Bellingham’s _mille-fleurs_ pervading the
atmosphere, and a sea of crape all about her, and the voices of the
others flowing on, Margaret, whom they thought so impassive, was
turning over this question, with flushes of strange confusion and
trouble. What would he say? what would he ask of her? what promises
would she have to make, and pledges to give? To give him up was a thing
that did not enter into her mind; she could not have done anything so
cruel; but she looked forward to the next meeting with an alarm which
was very vivid, while at the same time she was aware that it was quite
inevitable that she must see him, and that in all likelihood she would
do what he wanted her to do.
This pervading consciousness confused Margaret much in respect to the
morning’s service, and the people who came up to her and pressed her
hand, and said things they meant to be kind. It was a little chapel,
very like, as Mrs. Bellingham said indignantly, the chapels which
the dissenters had in England; and to see all the common folk going
to the big church with the steeple, to which they were called by all
the discordancy of loudly clanging bells, while the carriages drew up
before that little non-conforming tabernacle, was very offensive to all
right-minded people.
“Things must have been dreadfully mismanaged, Aubrey, at the time when
all was settled,” Mrs. Bellingham said, very seriously; “for you see
for yourself all the best people were there. One advantage is that it
is much pleasanter sitting among a congregation that is _all_
ladies and gentlemen; but surely, surely, taking the most liberal
view of it, it is more suitable that we should have the churches, and
the common people be dissenters, as they are in England? I would not
prevent them-- I would let them have their way; but naturally it is not
we that should give place to them, but they to us.”
“But, dearest Jean, we were all once--”
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