Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.

“Willoughby?”

“He is vindictive!”

“Our Willoughby?”

“That is not your opinion, ladies.  It is firmly mine.  Time has taught it me.  So, if you and I are at such variance, how can we live together?  It is an impossibility.”

They looked at Willoughby.  He nodded imperiously.

“We have never affirmed that our dear nephew is devoid of faults, if he is offended . . .  And supposing he claims to be foremost, is it not his rightful claim, made good by much generosity?  Reflect, dear Laetitia.  We are your friends too.”

She could not chastise the kind ladies any further.

“You have always been my good friends.”

“And you have no other charge against him?”

Laetitia was milder in saying, “He is unpardoning.”

“Name one instance, Laetitia.”

“He has turned Crossjay out of his house, interdicting the poor boy ever to enter it again.”

“Crossjay,” said Willoughby, “was guilty of a piece of infamous treachery.”

“Which is the cause of your persecuting me to become your wife!”

There was a cry of “Persecuting!”

“No young fellow behaving so basely can come to good,” said Willoughby, stained about the face with flecks of redness at the lashings he received.

“Honestly,” she retorted.  “He told of himself:  and he must have anticipated the punishment he would meet.  He should have been studying with a master for his profession.  He has been kept here in comparative idleness to be alternately petted and discarded:  no one but Vernon Whitford, a poor gentleman doomed to struggle for a livelihood by literature—­I know something of that struggle—­too much for me!—­no one but Mr. Whitford for his friend.”

“Crossjay is forgiven,” said Willoughby.

“You promise me that?”

“He shall be packed off to a crammer at once.”

“But my home must be Crossjay’s home.”

“You are mistress of my house, Laetitia.”

She hesitated.  Her eyelashes grew moist.  “You can be generous.”

“He is, dear child!” the ladies cried.  “He is.  Forget his errors, in his generosity, as we do.”

“There is that wretched man Flitch.”

“That sot has gone about the county for years to get me a bad character,” said Willoughby.

“It would have been generous in you to have offered him another chance.  He has children.”

“Nine.  And I am responsible for them?”

“I speak of being generous.”

“Dictate.”  Willoughby spread out his arms.

“Surely now you should be satisfied, Laetitia?” said the ladies.

“Is he?”

Willoughby perceived Mrs. Mountstuart’s carriage coming down the avenue.

“To the full.”  He presented his hand.

She raised hers with the fingers catching back before she ceased to speak and dropped it:—­

“Ladies.  You are witnesses that there is no concealment, there has been no reserve, on my part.  May Heaven grant me kinder eyes than I have now.  I would not have you change your opinion of him; only that you should see how I read him.  For the rest, I vow to do my duty by him.  Whatever is of worth in me is at his service.  I am very tired.  I feel I must yield or break.  This is his wish, and I submit.”

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