England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
Lottie gave a scream of horror, and flew upon him, seizing his coat
collar with one hand, while she threatened him with her small nervous
fist, at which Law laughed. “Will you dare to speak of ’listing to me,”
she said, flaming like a little fury; “you, an officer’s son, and a
gentleman born!” Then she broke down, after so many varieties of
excitement. “Oh, Law, for the sake of Heaven, go to Mr. Ashford! I will
get the money somehow,” she said, in a broken voice, melting into tears,
through which her eyes shone doubly large and liquid. “Don’t break my
heart! I want you to be better than we are now, not worse. Climb up as
far, as far as you please, above us; but don’t fall lower. Don’t forget
you are a gentleman, unless you want to break my heart.”
And then, in the overflow of feeling, she leaned her head upon his
shoulder, which she had just gripped with fury, and cried. Law found
this more embarrassing than her rage, at which he laughed. He was
obliged to allow her to lean upon him, pushing his book out of the way,
and his heart smote him for making Lottie unhappy. By this time it could
not be said that he was unhappy himself. He had shuffled off his burden,
such as it was, upon her shoulders. He shifted his book, and stood
awkwardly enough, permitting her to lean upon him; but it cannot be said
that he was much of a prop to his sister. He held himself so as to keep
her off as far as possible. He was not unkind, but he was shy, and did
not like to be placed in a position which savoured of the ridiculous. “I
wish you wouldn’t cry,” he said, peevishly. “You girls always cry--and
what’s to be got by crying? I don’t want to ’list if I can help it. I’d
rather be an officer--but I can’t be an officer; or get into something;
but I never was bred up to anything; and what can I do?”
“You can go to Mr. Ashford,” said Lottie, feeling herself repulsed, and
withdrawing from him with a glimmer of indignation relighted in her
eyes. “I met him last night, and I spoke to him about you. He seems very
kind. If you go to him, he will at least tell us whether he thinks you
have a chance for anything. Oh, Law, now that you do see the
necessity----”
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