The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 2 (of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 2 (of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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He found his mother in her bedroom, attired in a skimpy flannel
dressing-gown, and sitting before the fire with her slippered feet
upon the fender. She looked round on his opening the door, and uttered
a sound which was partly a snort of defiance, and partly a groan of
resignation.
'You wish to see me, mother, James tells me,' said Martin. 'I had no
idea you would have been up, or I would have returned home sooner.'
'I wish to see somebody, Martin,' returned Mrs. Calverley querulously.
'I thought that my life could not have been more wretched and solitary
than it was in Mr. Calverley's time, but even he used to come home
occasionally, while now I sit by myself from morning till night.
Persons who are engaged and paid to be my companions go away, and even
my son gives himself up to his own devices, and does not come home
until close upon midnight.'
'My dear mother,' said Martin, 'as I said before, if I had had any idea
that you were sitting up, I would have returned sooner. Tell me now,'
he said, pulling his chair close to hers, 'what do you want me to do?'
'Nothing,' replied Mrs. Calverley; 'I never want any one to do anything
for me. But I wanted to talk to you, if you can spare a few minutes to
such an unimportant person as myself, about the future.'
'She knows nothing about Hendon,' thought Martin to himself; 'or she
would not have been able to have kept off from the subject for a
minute.' And greatly relieved at this idea, he said pleasantly, 'You
know, mother, that I should be only too glad to carry out any of your
wishes.'
'And you will hate an opportunity of proving what you say, Martin. You
know that by Mr. Calverley's will I am now absolute mistress of the
business in Mincing-lane. On our marriage, Mr. Calverley, in what I
considered then the most ungenerous manner, reserved to himself the
power of disposing of that business as he thought best; but I suppose
he afterwards came into a better frame of mind, for he has left it
entirely to me. The business as it stands at present will, I learn from
Mr. Jeffreys, bring me in a very large income. Now I am the last woman
in the world to set an undue value upon riches, and my only care for
them is that they may enable me to do more good to my fellow-creatures.
Are you attending to me, Martin?' she said to her son, who was looking
vacantly into the fire.
'Certainly, mother,' said Martin, starting.
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