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
Archie himself, though he had gone to Glasgow on Mrs. Rowland’s gentle
compulsion to escort his aunt, was not perhaps very anxious that she
should come. Though he was full of affection for her, it is to be feared
that already the cold eye of the butler had worked its effect upon
Archie. He felt himself grow red and a cold dew come over his forehead
when he thought of that functionary holding his silver dish at Mrs.
Brown’s elbow. What unutterable things would be in his eye! Archie felt
that Morris looked at himself with a pitying wonder. What, then, would
he feel for Mrs. Brown? Therefore he was not disposed to press the
matter. As for Mrs. Rowland, the lively prejudice with which he had met
her, had been kept up with difficulty in her presence, and he could
throw no light on the motive she could have in asking Mrs. Brown. There
was, alas, no difficulty whatever in proving to the most casual observer
that Mr. Rowland’s family, which in this case was Mrs. Brown’s family,
could not in any way be “evened” to the new wife who was supreme at
Rosmore. To bring Mrs. Brown to make that doubly sure was a work of
supererogation. Archie did not say this to his aunt, but with a burning
sense of disadvantages which he had never suspected before he felt it in
his own breast.
“And how is Mey getting on?” said Jane, when this question was decided.
“Oh, well enough. She is just copying everything she sees, like a little
parrot, as she is.”
“There’s no harm in that,” said Jane, “for I suppose the leddy’s real
well-bred and a’ that. It would be nothing but that he marriet her for.
He was aye an ambitious man, Jims Rowland. But eh! he’s a good-hearted
man--just ower good. I got a letter from him this morning, and he says
the allowance will just go on, and I’m to keep the house, and make
myself comfortable.”
Jane’s ready tears flowed forth upon this argument. “It’s awfu’ kind,”
she sobbed; “I wouldna say a word against one of them, nor do a thing to
vex him. If he had been my ain brother, he couldna have been more
kind--I’m just at my ease for life; and if you could tell me ony thing I
could do to please him----”
“Maybe it would please him,” said Archie doubtfully, “if you were to
come to Rosmore.”
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