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Updated: June 10, 2025
The boy was called John Wyvis: it was easy enough in a foreign country to let him slip into the position of the eldest of the family as Wyvis Brand. A baby son was born before Cuthbert, and dying a month old, gave Mark all the opportunity that he needed. He sent word to old Wyvis at Roxby that John's boy was dead; and he then quietly substituted Wyvis in place of his own son.
Brand!" said Margaret, half-astonished and half-amused. "Oh, I have heard of him." And even as she spoke, the door opened, and Wyvis Brand walked straight into the room. He gave a very slight start as his eyes fell upon Margaret, but betrayed no other sign of surprise.
"Dear grandmother," she began for she had caught the word from Julian, and Mrs. Brand liked her to use it "why should you be so sad? Wyvis is coming home, Juliet is better, little Julian is well, and we are all happy." "You are not happy," said Mrs. Brand, throwing up her hands with a curiously tragic gesture. "You are miserable miserable; and I am the most unhappy woman living!"
Within myself I thought how much more sweet and valuable was the dog's life than hers. Brave Wyvis good Wyvis! He had done his best he had tried to tear her dainty flesh; his honest instincts had led him to attempt rough vengeance on the woman he had felt was his master's foe. And he had met his fate, and died in the performance of duty. But I said no more on the subject.
"I'd better send Wyvis to talk to you," said Cuthbert, starting up and nearly upsetting a chair in his eagerness. "I knew he could manage and and explain things better than I could. He's well up in the family affairs. Will you see him now?" "Now?" "He's outside waiting. He wouldn't come in. I'll go and send him to you.
"I often think that if I could do my poor boy some great service, he would forgive me in heart as well as in deed. I would do anything in the world for him, Janetta, if only I could give him back the happiness of which I robbed him." Janetta could not exactly see that the poor mother's sins had been so great against Wyvis as against Cuthbert, but it was evident that Mrs.
Wyvis Brand stood erect, and looked sullen. The other gentleman, who was a stranger, rose from his chair in a civiller manner than his friend had done. Janetta put her arms round the little fellow, and turned a rather bewildered face towards Mr. Brand. "Was it was it medicine?" she asked. "Of a kind," said Wyvis, with a laugh.
Surely you know that you believe that? Wyvis is not a bad son." "No, my dear, not a bad son, but a cruelly injured one," said Mrs. Brand. "And he blames me. I cannot blame him: it was all my fault for not opposing Mark when he wanted me to help him to carry out his wicked scheme." "I think," said Janetta, tentatively, "that Cuthbert has more right to feel himself injured than Wyvis." "Cuthbert?"
"And then you will come again?" "I will gladly." "Shake hands on it after your English fashion," he said, stopping short, and holding out his own hand. "I have been so long abroad that I almost forget the way. But it is a sign of friendliness, is it not?" Janetta turned and laid her hand in his with a look of bright and trustful confidence. Somehow it made Wyvis Brand feel himself unworthy.
There was really no inherent fitness between her temperament and that of Wyvis Brand; and his position in the County was one which would have fretted her inexpressibly. She, who had been the petted favorite of a brilliant circle in town and country, to take rank as the wife of a ploughman's son! It would not have suited her at all; and her discontent would have ended in making Wyvis miserable.
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