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Updated: September 25, 2025
When you took your marriage oath, you vowed a lie! Every day since, that you have smiled in my face, you have looked a lie! Henceforth I will never trust you or any woman. "And what followed?" cried Olive, now so strongly interested that she never paused to think if she had any right to ask these questions. "Soon after, Sara came home to us. She did not stay long, and then returned to Harbury.
Miss Rothesay did not see with what eagerness the girl listened to every sound, nor how every morning, fair and foul, she would restlessly start to walk up the Harbury road and meet the daily post. It was during one of these absences of hers that Lyle made his appearance. Olive was sitting in her painting-room, arranging the contents of her desk.
Yet, with a look of bitter pain, Olive wrote the address of her letter "Harbury Parsonage" Sara's home! She lingered, too, over the name of Sara's husband. "Harold Gwynne! Oh, mamma! how different names look! I cannot bear the sight of this! I hate it." Years after, Olive remembered these words.
Therefore she determined to quit Harbury, and at once, before she began to paint her next picture. Her first plan had been to go and live in London, but this was overruled by Mrs. Flora Rothesay. "Bide here with me, my dear niece. Come and dwell among your ain folk, your father's kin." And so it was at last fixed to be.
But for the present, until we get a mastery of those vague and mighty intimations at once so perplexing and so reassuring, if we are to live at all in the multitudinousness of human society we must submit to some scheme of clumsy compromises and conventions or other, and for us Strattons the Harbury system is the most convenient. You will have to go to the old school. I went to Rendle's.
"Ay, ay, measter," was the answer, in rather unintelligible Doric; "thot bees Harbury Church, as sure as moy name's John Dent; and thot red house conna ye see't? thot's our parson's." Prompted by curiosity, Rothesay observed, "Oh, Mr. Gwynne's. He is quite a young man, I believe? Do you like him, you good folks hereabout?" "Some on us dun, and some on us dunna.
Not that he was in the habit of paying long morning visits, like young Derwent; but still when he was at Harbury, it usually chanced that every few days they met somewhere. So habitual had this intercourse become, that a week's complete cessation of it seemed a positive pain.
I am beginning to be very wise in crime, you see! and she laughed frightfully. 'But it matters not what is done by my mother's child. I will go. "'You shall, I said, gravely, 'to the care of my friend, Lady Arundale. It will be enough for her to hear that you come from Harbury, and are known to me. "Christal resisted no more.
There was a secret sweetness in living near Harbury in stealing, as it were, into a daughter's place beside the mother of him she still so fervently loved. But, thinking of him, she did not suffer now. For all great trials there is an unseen compensation; and this last shock, with the change it had wrought, made her past sorrows grow dim.
The Harbury tradition pointed steadfastly towards the state, and all my world was bare of allurements to any other type of ambition. Success in art or literature did not appeal to us, and a Harbury boy would as soon think of being a great tinker as a great philosopher.
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