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
“The governor was a sad dog when he was young,” said Eddy. “Oh, he’s a
nice fellow to blow a fellow up for some trifle not half so bad as
himself. He was up to anything that was naughty. It’s funny, isn’t it,
to hear of these anti-diluvian lovers--my old governor, who can’t move a
limb, poor old chap, and this prim lady here who looks like a saint.”
“As if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth,” said Marion; “but I always
knew there was some story. Be quick and tell me, for they are coming
back.”
“I will tell you another time. Can’t we come out to-night in the
moonlight to smoke a cigarette. Did you ever try a cigarette? Oh, all
the girls do! I’ll teach you how. It makes you much better company when
you don’t mind a cigarette.--Hi! here’s Rosamond down upon us. Not a
word to her, whatever I tell you. And your brother coming lagging behind
as if she had given him a touch of the lash. She’s a rare one for that;
keeps a fellow in his place, as if she was too grand to mind.”
“Oh, Archie is just as grand as she is,” said the girl, slightly
offended; “and it is just his way to keep behind. I would like to see
anybody giving my brother a touch of the lash!”
“It is not because he is your brother, but because he is himself,” said
Eddy. “I don’t mean any offence. I mean that’s Rosamond’s way. She is
like the governor, don’t you know. She has got a great deal of the devil
in her. So have you, I should think.”
“Me!” said Marion, much shocked. “I am not what you think at all.”
“Yes,” said Eddy, “I am sure you are what I think. As nice as girls are
made, but plenty of devilry, and a spirit for anything. That is
precisely what I like best.”
“Well,” said Marion, “I will allow that I have a great deal of spirit,
if that’s what you call the----; but you shouldn’t say bad words. Do you
mean that girls are not made so nice as men? for I think you’re very
impudent to say so, and me a girl that you are speaking to.”
“Girls,” said Eddy, with an air of authority, “are sometimes much
better, and sometimes they are a great deal worse than men. There’s no
medium in them. You are one of the nice ones, so of course you are a
great deal nicer than a fellow like me, or even your brother. I am a
dreadful little beggar, and that is the truth.”
“Oh, you like to say ill things of yourself.”
“No, I don’t, if they weren’t true. You hit me off exactly, the very
first thing, when you said men had no object but to amuse themselves.
You must be awfully clever as well as nice. I don’t see what we’re in
the world for but to enjoy ourselves. I’m sure I didn’t ask to come, and
I dare say I shan’t have a very long life, so I mean it to be a merry
one, I can tell you. As for the governor,” said Eddy, “he has no right
to complain. Rose is too good for him, but he deserves to have me to
keep him in mind of how naughty he has been.”
“What have you done,” said Marion, interested, “that is so----naughty,
as you say?”
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