The Wizard's Son, Vol. 2 (of 3)Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Wizard's Son, Vol. 2 (of 3)
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Great Britain -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Supernatural -- Fiction
The reader already knows what were Mrs. Forrester's teas. The party
filled the pleasant drawing-room in which a fire was burning brightly,
notwithstanding the sunshine without, and the scones arrived in
bountiful quantity, one supply after another; Mysie's countenance
beaming as "a few more" were demanded; while her mistress did nothing
but fill out cups of tea and press her young guests to eat.
"Another cup will not hurt you," she said. "That is just nonsense about
nerves. If it was green tea, indeed, and you were indulging in it at
night to keep you off your sleep--but in a fine afternoon like this, and
after your row. Now just try one of these scones; you have not tasted
this kind. It is hot from the griddle, and we all think my cook has a
gift. Mysie, tell Margaret that we will have a few more. And, Oona, it
is the cream scones that Katie likes: but you must tell Lord Erradeen to
try this kind, just to please me."
Thus the kind lady ran on. It gave her the profoundest pleasure to see
her house filled, and to serve her young guests with these simple
delicacies. "Dear me, it is just nothing. I wish it was better worth
taking," she answered to Mr. Braithwaite's compliments, who made the
usual pretty speeches of the English tourist as to Scotch hospitality.
Mrs. Forrester felt as if these compliments were a half-reproach to her
for so simple an entertainment. "You see," she said, "it is all we can
do; for, besides that there is no gentleman in the house, which is
against dinner-giving, we are not well situated in the isle for evening
visits. The nights are cold at this time of the year, and it is not
always easy to strike our bit little landing in the dark; so we have to
content ourselves with a poor offering to our friends. And I am sure you
are very kind to take it so politely. If my boys were at home, I would
have it more in my power to show attention; but if you are going further
north, I hope you will make your way to Eaglescairn and see my son, who
will be delighted to show you the country about him," Mrs. Forrester
said. The English M.P. could not but think that it was his reputation
which had travelled before him, and gained him so delightful a
reception.
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