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The `Oriana' is due in London, I believe, about February 20, and we shall, I need hardly assure you, not linger long before bringing in our own persons to Maxfield whatever sympathy four loving hearts can carry amongst them. "With love to the dear boy, believe me, dear cousin, your loving and sympathising fellow-mourner, "Edward Oliphant."
She was torn, conscious, panting, reluctant, though resolute, out of a happy life." Mrs. Oliphant has censured Emily Brontë for the manner of her dying. She might as well have censured Anne for drawing out the agony. For Anne was gentle to the end, utterly submissive. She gave death no trouble. She went, with a last hope, to Scarborough, and died there at the end of May.
Into this cove the Dobryna was duly signaled, and as soon as she was safely moored, she lowered her four-oar, and Count Timascheff and Captain Servadac made their way at once to land. Colonel Heneage Finch Murphy and Major Sir John Temple Oliphant stood, grave and prim, formally awaiting the arrival of their visitors.
The vice-principal and Miss Oliphant talked for some little time longer over Rosalind's terrible fall, and, as Miss Heath felt confident that the story would get abroad in the college, she said she would be forced to mention the circumstances to their principal, Miss Vincent, and also to say something in public to the girls of Heath Hall on the subject.
Hubert was inclined at first to be amused; but there was something in the man's manner that checked his merriment. "You want my uncle, perhaps," he said. Mr Abraham Oliphant came at his nephew's summons. The man, who had all the appearance of a returned digger, shook his head. "You've neither on you been to the diggings, I reckon?" "No; we have neither of us been," said the merchant.
Miss Oliphant was an heiress; she was also an orphan; her father and mother were mere memories to her; she had neither brothers nor sisters; she did not particularly like her guardian, who was old and worldly wise, as different as possible from the bright, enthusiastic, impulsive girl. Mr.
Edith went into the house. The screen door slammed behind her. I didn't stir, just kept right on staring at the printed page before me and turning a leaf now and again, as if I were really reading. Gale Oliphant! I knew all about her. I had met her first at the house-party at Grassmere a silly little thing, I had thought her, rather pretty, and a tremendous flirt.
Oliphant, any more than it occurred to her to notice the impression that Charlotte Brontë made on her male contemporaries. It is doubtful if one of them thought of her as Mrs. Oliphant would have us think. They gave her the tender, deferent affection they would have given to a charming child. Even the very curates saw in her, to their amazement, the spirit of undying youth.
A college boating-jacket hung behind the door, and one or two prize- goblets decorated the mantelpiece. Captain Oliphant displayed a genial interest in everything. He read the inscriptions on the goblets, glanced casually through the papers, read the addresses on a few of the letters, and generally took stock of the apartment.
I'll go to the side-table and bring you something so tempting; wait and see." "You mustn't trouble really," began Prissie. Miss Oliphant flashed a brilliant smile at her. Prissie found her words arrested, and, in spite of herself, her coldness began to thaw.
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