12 Victorian ghost stories by Cox Michael 1948-2009

Author:Cox, Michael, 1948-2009
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Ghost stories, English, English fiction
Publisher: Oxford ; New York : Oxford University Press
Published: 1997-04-02T05:00:00+00:00

Margaret Oliphant

'Whoever it was,' I said, 'she was not indifferent, but full of concern and interest *

'Susie would be that,' Charley said, looking significantly at his sister, who rose from her chair in great distress.

'I would telegraph to him at once,' she said, 'but it is too late tonight.'

'And what good would it do to telegraph? If he is in trouble it would be no help to him.'

'But what can I do? what else can I do?' she cried. I had plunged them into sudden misery, and could only look on now as an anxious but helpless spectator, feeling at the same time as if I had intruded myself upon a family affliction: for it was evident that they were not at all unprepared for 'trouble' to Colin. I felt my position very embarrassing, and rose to go away

'I feel miserably guilty' I said, 'as if I had been the bearer of bad news; but I am sure you will believe that I would not for anything in the world intrude upon '

Charlotte paused to give me a pale sort of smile, and pointed to the chair I had left. 'No, no,' she said, 'don't go away, Mr Temple. We do not conceal from you that we are anxious—that we were anxious even before—^but don't go away I don't think I will tell my father, Charley It would break his rest. Let him have his night's rest whatever happens; and there is nothing to be done tonight '

'We will see what the post brings tomorrow,' Charley said.

And then the consultation ended abruptly by the sudden entrance of the boys, bringing a gust of fresh night air with them. The horses v/ere not a preen the worse though they had been out all day; even old grumbling Geordie, the coachman, had not a word to say. 'You may have them again tomorrow, Chatty, if you like,' said Tom. She had sat down to her work, and met their eyes with an imruffled countenance. 'I hope I am not so unreasonable,' she said with her tranquil looks; only I could see a little tremor in her hand as she stooped over the socks she was knitting. She laid down her work after a while, and went to the piano and played accompaniments, while first Jack and then Tom sang. She did it without any appearance of effort, yielding to all the wishes of the youngsters, while I looked on wondering. How can women do this sort of thing? It is more than one can divine.

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