The Son of His Father; vol. 3/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Son of His Father; vol. 3/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fathers and sons -- Fiction
Mrs. Egerton and Elly were aware, but vaguely, that something was
happening outside while they sat half frightened, bewildered, not
knowing what to think, in John’s little parlour, dismayed by the sudden
appearance and disappearance of the man who was his father, who had
looked at them with that deprecating, good-humoured face, unlike a
criminal, and who yet was--something that they shuddered to think of.
They sat there silent, listening, waiting for John to come back; but
they forgave him that he did not come back. Everything was so
disorganised, so out of gear, that all the ordinary laws seemed
suspended, and even Mrs. Egerton forgave, indeed scarcely thought of,
this breach of all the rules of courtesy. Poor boy! whatever he had
done, she would have forgiven him. She was sorry for him, sorry to the
bottom of her heart. And fortunately they neither of them knew that
Susie had been there, and had fled, afraid to meet them, not knowing
what to say to them. Both pride and honour had kept them from looking
out, from spying upon John, or watching what he was doing. They had sat,
as it were, behind a veil, and only known vaguely and half by instinct
that another scene in this painful little drama was going on outside.
And then silence had come, the sound of the voices had died away, and
they had still sat looking at each other with everything stopped and
arrested round them, not knowing what to think. It was some time before
they made up their minds to go, leaving the address of the house in
which they were in the habit of staying when they came to town to see
the pictures or do a little shopping such as ladies from the country
love. But all these pleasant usages were forgotten in the excitement of
this crisis.
‘Tell Mr. Sandford we shall expect him as soon as he can come to us.’
‘Oh, I will, ma’am, I will,’ cried Mrs. Short, ‘for he have need of his
friends, that I’m sure of. He do have need of his true friends.’
Mrs. Egerton was too much subdued and anxious even to take advantage of
this opportunity to inquire into John’s habits and mode of life, which
for a lady accustomed to manage a parish was wonderful, and showed how
serious the emergency was. And then they got into their cab and drove
away.
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