The Wild Olive eBook

Basil King
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 377 pages of information about The Wild Olive.

The Wild Olive eBook

Basil King
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 377 pages of information about The Wild Olive.

“I seem to be getting deeper in,” Strange smiled, with the necessary air of speaking carelessly.  “Who is Lady Bonchurch?”

“Don’t you know?  Why, I thought you knew everything.  She was the wife of the British Ambassador.  They took a house at Greenport that year because they were afraid about Lord Bonchurch’s lungs.  It didn’t do any good, though.  He had to give up his post the next winter, and not long after that he died.  I don’t think air is much good for people’s lungs, do you?  I know it wasn’t any help to dear mamma.  We had all those tedious years at Greenport, and in the end—­but that’s how we came to know Lady Bonchurch, and she took a great fancy to Miriam.  She said it was a shame a girl like that shouldn’t have a chance, and so it was.  Mamma thought she interfered and I suppose she did.  Still, you can’t blame her much, when she had no children of her own, can you?”

“I shouldn’t want to blame her if she gave Miriam her chance.”

“That’s what I’ve always said.  And if Miriam had only wanted to, she could have been—­well, almost anybody.  She had offers and offers in Washington, and in England there was a Sir Somebody-or-other who asked her two or three times over.  He married an actress in the end—­and dear mamma thought Miriam must be crazy not to have taken him while he was to be had.  Dear mamma said it would have been such a good thing for me to have some one like Miriam—­who was under obligations to us, do you see?—­in a good social position abroad.”

“But Miriam didn’t see it in that way?”

“She didn’t see it in any way.  She’s terribly exasperating in some respects, although she’s such a dear.  Poor mamma used to be very tried about her—­and she so ill—­and my stepfather going blind—­and everything.  If Miriam had only been in a good social position abroad it would have been a place for me to go—­instead of having no home—­like this.”

There was something so touching in her manner that he found it difficult not to offer her a home there and then; but the shadows were marching out into daylight, and he must watch the procession to the end.

“It seems to have been very inconsiderate of Miriam,” he said.  “But why do you suppose she acted so?”

“Dear mamma thought she was in love with some one—­some one we didn’t know anything about—­but I never believed that.  In the first place, she didn’t know any one we didn’t know anything about—­not before she went to Washington with Lady Bonchurch.  And besides, she couldn’t be in love with any one without my knowing it, now could she?”

“I suppose not; unless she made up her mind she wouldn’t tell you.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t want her to tell me.  I should see it for myself.  She wouldn’t tell me, in any case—­not till things had gone so far that—­but I never noticed the least sign of it, do you see? and I’ve a pretty sharp eye for that sort of thing at all times.  There was just one thing.  Dear mamma used to say that for a while she used to do a good deal of moping in a little studio she had, up in the hills near our house—­but you couldn’t tell anything from that.  I’ve gone and moped there myself when I’ve felt I wanted a good cry—­and I wasn’t in love with any one.”

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