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 night of the ball arrived at last. The stables in Rosmore, and all
the accommodation to be had in the neighbourhood, were filled with
horses and carriages of every description. Everybody had come. The great
element of success, which predetermines the question, the arrival of all
expected, made the hearts of the hosts glad. Rowland had forgotten that
little episode which still hung heavy on Archie’s soul, and stood
beaming, the proudest man in the county, to receive his guests. The
sound of the arrivals was music to his ears. That he, so simple as he
stood there, the foundry lad, the railway man, the creator of his own
fortune, should be receiving the best people in the countryside, opening
large and liberal doors of hospitality, entertaining in the superior
position of a host people whose names he had heard afar off in those
early days, was a sort of happiness which he could scarcely believe, and
which filled his heart with a glow of elation and proud delight. Perhaps
it was not a very elevated or elevating sentiment. To shake hands with
the Earl of Clydesdale, and welcome him to one’s house, might not fill
one’s own bosom with any sense of bliss. But Lord Clydesdale was to
James Rowland the king of his native district, high above all cavil or
partnership, and there could be no such evident sign to him of the
glorious position to which he had himself attained. This sense of
triumph beamed all over him, and made his accent more and more cordial,
his anxiety about the pleasure of his guests more and more warm. There
was nothing he would not have done to add to the brightness of the
joyous assembly. The least little momentary shade of dullness in any
corner went to his heart. When he saw either girl or boy who was not
dancing, he would come down upon them like a rescue party, providing
partner, or supper, or refreshment, or repose, whatsoever they wanted.
It could not be said that his success and glory made him selfish. He
wanted everybody to enjoy as he was himself enjoying. Impossible to
imagine a more beneficent form of success.
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