The Railway Man and His ChildrenOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Railway Man and His Children
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Children of the rich -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Forgery -- Fiction; Scotland -- Fiction; Social classes -- Fiction
“Oh, we’ll be all that,” said Marion with a laugh, working her hand out
of Evelyn’s hold. Archie made no reply; he too drew his hand away from
her as soon as she had shaken it, which was the only thing, so far as he
was aware, that any one could want to do with another person’s hand. He
gave her a second look as he did this, which Evelyn did not perceive,
but in which Mary’s eyes made a little, a very little essay of a reply
to her, had she but seen it. She stood by them a moment, not knowing how
to proceed further, with the little crowd of the pier pressing round,
and the wheelbarrow for the luggage knocking against the group. “Is that
our carriage?” said Evelyn. “Don’t you think the best thing you could do
would be to put your sister and me into it, until your father gets
through his troubles?” Put her into it! Archie had not an idea what she
meant. Was he to lift her up and set her down in it, like a doll? He
stared and hung about on those loose legs of his, which could not even
stand firm, and followed her awkwardly to the carriage, where the
footman stood opening the door. What was there for Archie to do? The
footman was there to help them in, if they needed to be helped in. He
followed them, and hung about, the most unnecessary personage. The
footman belonged to the turn-out, he was in his proper place; but where
was the need of Archie? Evelyn took pity upon him, when she saw his
helpless looks. “Go and see if you can be of use to your father,” she
said. Of use to his father! when there were two servants with his
father. It was their business, not Archie’s. He turned and went
reluctantly back again, with his idle legs and his hands in his pockets.
The Archie of Sauchiehall Road would have picked up a portmanteau and
carried it in with the greatest cheerfulness; but this was the Archie of
Rosmore.
“Well, there you are,” said Rowland, shaking hands with him cursorily.
“Just show Stanchion, will you, where the cart is for the luggage. I
suppose they’ve sent something to bring him up and Mrs. Rowland’s maid.”
Archie knew nothing about it, and said so. “You said you had given all
the directions.”
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