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As Price took him toward the door, his mother ran toward them; but the husband angrily raised his disengaged hand and growled: "Dorothe, you are a perfect fool!" Robert saw her stop her ears, then heard her crying, as he was led slowly and gravely to his room. The supreme moment had arrived when Mr. Hugh Price was to glut his vengeance.
Sir Albert listened as an uninterested person might, then asked some questions about Hugh Price and his good wife Dorothe, and the refractory children, who were causing so much trouble. He found the Virginian voluble and willing to impart all the information he had; but he grew heartily tired of the loafer and at last left him.
His wife thought herself his superior, and John, to her, was more a convenience than a husband. Gradually Dorothe grew indifferent toward her husband's mother and young sister, who idolized him, and though they bore her no thought of ill, she came to despise them.
"Verily, Hugh is a good cavalier, Dorothe is a royalist and was never happy with John Stevens; it is better that she wed him." Robert Stevens was twelve or fourteen, when his mother, laying aside her widow's weeds, became young again. Robert remembered his father and their days of privation, and he did not forget that all they had, they owed to that father.
Oh, how Ann did scold and rave, and it was a merry sight to see her plunged beneath the water." The stranger asked some questions about Ann Linkon and was informed that she had died several years before. "But to the last," the narrator resumed, "she hated Dorothe Stevens. She rejoiced when poverty assailed her, brought on by her own extravagance, after her husband had gone away.
They were in this position when Hugh Price, on his way to mount his horse, paused a single instant to gaze on the scene, and then, muttering something about weakness of women, added an oath and hurried from the house. When he was gone, Dorothe rose from her knees and, clasping Robert in her arms, cried: "Oh, Robert, I heard it all!" "Mother, I mean it!" he answered.
Dorothe, free from the embarrassment which tortured him, waited a respectable length of time for him to clear away that annoying obstruction in his throat, and then to help him along, began: "Why, Mr.
John Stevens interrupted her with a sarcastic laugh. "Dorothe, had I two or three hundred pounds, I would not go." "Verily, how do you expect me to pass the dreary interval of your absence, if I have no luxuries." "Luxuries in our poor country are uncommon, and what few we have are expensive. Think not of luxuries, but rather of necessities.
It was hoped by her best friends that the bitter lesson which Dorothe had learned would prove effective, but it did not. Women of her disposition never learn by experience, and she plunged once more into extravagance and folly. The boy was old enough to realize his mother's weakness, yet his great love for her placed her above censure.
I could not believe it at first, for Dorothe always condemned second marriages, and oft, when ailing, predicted that I would wed when she died, and bring a second mother over her children." Drummond struck his fist upon the table vehemently, answering: "'Fore God, it is always thus with the howling wenches! That which they most disclaim will they do.
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