White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)Black, William
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White Heather: A Novel (Volume 2 of 3)
Black, William
Scotland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
’Ay, man, the wise king said that; but it wasna his last word. "Give
strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that
be of heavy hearts. Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember
his misery no more."’
’The devil quoting Scripture for his own ends,’ the Reverend Andrew
interposed, with a mild facetiousness.
’It’s a dreadful thing to hear in a minister’s house,’ said the
minister’s wife, appealing to her neighbour, Mrs. M’Lachlan.
’What is? A verse from the Proverbs of Solomon?’ Ronald said, turning
to her quite good-naturedly.
But instantly he saw that she was distressed, and even more lachrymose
than ever; and he knew that nothing would convince her that he was not a
child of wrath and of the devil; and he reproached himself for having
entered into any discussion of any kind whatever in this house, where
Maggie was to live—he hoped in perfect accord and amity. As for himself,
he wished only to be out of it. He was not in his right element. The
vulgar complacency of the rich elder irritated him; the melancholy
unreason of his sister-in-law depressed him. He foresaw that not here
was any abiding-place for him while he sojourned in the great city.
But how was he to get away? They lingered and dawdled over their
tea-drinking in a most astonishing fashion; his brother being the most
intemperate of all of them, and obviously accounting thereby for his
pallid and bilious cheeks. Moreover, they had returned to that fruitful
topic of talk—the capability of this or the other member of the
congregation to subscribe to the fund for paying off the debt on the
church; and as this involved a discussion of everybody’s ways and means,
and of his expenditure, and the manner of living of himself, his wife,
his sons, and daughters and servants, the very air seemed thick with
trivial and envious tittle-tattle, the women-folk, of course, being more
loquacious than any.
’Lord help us,’ said Ronald to himself, as he sate there in silence,
’this house would be a perfect paradise for an Income-tax Commissioner.’
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