Le 16 novembre 2016, 05:01 dans Humeurs • 0
"To the Harveys'—to The Grange?"
Mrs. Staunton shuddered slightly; she turned her head aside. "Why are you going there?" she asked, after a pause.
"I want to see them—I won't be long away. Please, mother, don't tire yourself over all that mending now."
"It interests me, my dear; I find it impossible to sit with my hands before me. I am stronger than89 I used to be. I have got to live for George; and George is young, he is entering life, he must not be saddled with an old, ailing mother. I must get strong, I must get back my youth for his sake. Don't be long away, Effie, dear. I wonder you like to go to the Harveys' under the circumstances, but you know best. Children are very independent nowadays," concluded Mrs. Staunton, with a sigh.
Effie went up to her mother and kissed her, then she softly left the room.
The day was a particularly fine one, the sun shone brightly upon the little High Street. Effie walked quickly; she soon turned into a shady lane, the lane led her into the highroad. By and by she stopped at the gates of The Grange.
The woman of the lodge came out when she saw her. This woman had been fond of Dr. Staunton, and she recognized Effie.
Effie's little figure, her heavy black dress, her crêpe hat, her white cheeks and dark eyes, all appealed with great pathos to the woman. She ran towards her with outstretched hands.
"Miss Effie, my dear, you're welcome," she said. She caught Effie's little white hands in her hard, toil-worn ones. "You are welcome, Miss Effie," she repeated; "it is good of you to come. Eh, dear, but it goes to the heart to see you in that deep black! Come in and rest, my dear young lady—come in and rest."
"I cannot just now, Mrs. Jones," replied Effie. "I am in a hurry—I want to go up to see the Squire on business."
"And how is your mother, poor lady—how is she bearing up, my dear?"
"Wonderfully," said Effie. "I'll come and see you another day, Mrs. Jones."90
"Eh, do! you'll be more than welcome. I , poor man, and how he went off at the end. The last words of the pious are always worth listening to. I'll be glad to hear particulars, if you can give me half an hour some time, Miss Effie."
"Some time," said Effie.
She walked on, trembling a little. The woman's words and her eager look of curiosity wer