Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 255 pages of information about Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 1.

Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 255 pages of information about Sylvia's Lovers — Volume 1.

He took her hand, and shook it warmly in reply.  The flush on her cheek deepened as she withdrew it.  Alice Rose said something curtly about the lateness of the hour and her being much tired; and then she and her daughter went upstairs to the front chamber, and Philip and Coulson to that which they shared at the back of the house.

CHAPTER XIII

PERPLEXITIES

Coulson and Philip were friendly, but not intimate.  They never had had a dispute, they never were confidential with each other; in truth, they were both reserved and silent men, and, probably, respected each other the more for being so self-contained.  There was a private feeling in Coulson’s heart which would have made a less amiable fellow dislike Philip.  But of this the latter was unconscious:  they were not apt to exchange many words in the room which they occupied jointly.

Coulson asked Philip if he had enjoyed himself at the Corneys’, and Philip replied,—­

‘Not much; such parties are noane to my liking.’

‘And yet thou broke off from t’ watch-night to go there.’

No answer; so Coulson went on, with a sense of the duty laid upon him, to improve the occasion—­the first that had presented itself since the good old Methodist minister had given his congregation the solemn warning to watch over the opportunities of various kinds which the coming year would present.

‘Jonas Barclay told us as the pleasures o’ this world were like apples o’ Sodom, pleasant to look at, but ashes to taste.’

Coulson wisely left Philip to make the application for himself.  If he did he made no sign, but threw himself on his bed with a heavy sigh.

‘Are yo’ not going to undress?’ said Coulson, as he covered him up in bed.

There had been a long pause of silence.  Philip did not answer him, and he thought he had fallen asleep.  But he was roused from his first slumber by Hepburn’s soft movements about the room.  Philip had thought better of it, and, with some penitence in his heart for his gruffness to the unoffending Coulson, was trying not to make any noise while he undressed.

But he could not sleep.  He kept seeing the Corneys’ kitchen and the scenes that had taken place in it, passing like a pageant before his closed eyes.  Then he opened them in angry weariness at the recurring vision, and tried to make out the outlines of the room and the furniture in the darkness.  The white ceiling sloped into the whitewashed walls, and against them he could see the four rush-bottomed chairs, the looking-glass hung on one side, the old carved oak-chest (his own property, with the initials of forgotten ancestors cut upon it), which held his clothes; the boxes that belonged to Coulson, sleeping soundly in the bed in the opposite corner of the room; the casement window in the roof, through which the snowy ground on the steep hill-side could be plainly seen; and when he got so far as this in the catalogue of the room, he fell into a troubled feverish sleep, which lasted two or three hours; and then he awoke with a start, and a consciousness of uneasiness, though what about he could not remember at first.

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