Margaret Oliphant The Cuckoo in the Nest, v. 2/2
CHAPTER XXVI
nowIt was on his lips to say: You are not sorry to have kept me waiting! but he subdued that impulse. A man like Colonel Piercey cannot give a woman the lie direct, unless in very serious circumstances indeed. He replied stiffly: I fear I have taken a great liberty in asking you to meet me here at all.
Margaret answered only with a faint smile and wave of her hand, which seemed to Colonel Piercey to say as plainly as words: Everybody offers me indignity; why not you, too? which, perhaps, was not very far from the fact; though she was a great deal too proud to have ever said, or even implied, anything of the kind. He answered his own supposition hotly, by saying: I know no other place where we should be safe from interruption, and I thought it my duty to speak to you about the new condition of affairs.
Yes? said Margaret. I am afraid I have very little light to throw on the position; but I shall be glad to hear what you have to say.
All that he said in the meantime was, with some resentment: You dont seem so much startled by what has happened as I should have supposed.
I was much startled to see Patty I mean the person whom we must now call Mrs. Gervase at the funeral. But of course, after that, one was prepared for all the rest. I dont know that I had much reason to be startled even at that. From the moment we found that she was absent while he was absent, I ought to have, and indeed I did, divine what must have occurred. However sure one is of such a thing, it is startling, all the same, when one comes to see it actually accomplished; but I ought not to say more than that.
You take it with much philosophy, Colonel Piercey said.
Do you think so? I should be glad to think I was so strong-minded; for there is probably no one to whom it will make so much difference as to me.
That is why I felt that I must speak to you. Can nothing be done to prevent this?
To prevent what? she said, with some surprise.
The reign of this woman over Uncle Giles house, in Aunt Pierceys place! It is too intolerable; it is enough to make the old lady rise from her grave.
Poor old Aunt Piercey! She has been taken away from the evil to come. I am glad that she is dead, and has not had this to bear.
I suppose women have tears at their will, cried Colonel Piercey, bursting forth in an impatience
which he could restrain no longer. She was not so kind to you that you should feel so tenderly for her.
How do you know she was not kind to me? She was natural, at all events, cried Margaret. It has all been quite natural up to this time; I went away and I came back, and whatever happened to me, I was at home. But you, Colonel Piercey, you are not natural. I have no right to accept contumely at your hands. You came here with a suspicion of Heaven knows what in your mind; you thought I had some design: what was the design which you suspected me of having against the happiness of this household? I warned you that you should have some time or other to explain what you meant to me.
Colonel Piercey stood confronting her among the roses which formed so inappropriate a background, and did not know what reply to make. He had not expected that assault. Answer to a man for whatever you have said or seemed to say, and whatever may lie behind, that is simple enough; but to explain your injurious thoughts to a woman, who does not even soften the situation by saying that she has no one to protect her that is a different matter. He grew red, and then grew grey. He had no more notion what to answer to her than he had what it was, actually and as a matter of fact, that he had suspected. He had not suspected anything. He had felt that a woman like this could never have accepted the position of dependence, unless That such a person must be a dangerous and hostile force that she had wrongs to redress, a position to make how could he tell? It had been instinctive, he had never known what he thought.
Cousin Meg he said, hesitating.
From the moment, she said indignantly, in which you set me up as a schemer and designing person in the home that sheltered me, these terms of relationship have been worse than out of place.
Poor Colonel Piercey! He was as far from being a coward as a man could be. If he did not write V.C. after his name, it was, perhaps, because the opportunity had not come to him of acquiring that distinction; he was the kind of man of which V.C.'s are made. But now, no expedient, save that of utter cowardice, occurred to him; for the first time in his life he ran away.
I am very sorry you will not accord me these terms, he said, meekly; I dont understand what you accuse me of. I think you a schemer and designing person! how could I? If you will excuse me, there is no sense in such a suggestion. Unless I had been a fool and I hope, at least, that you dont consider me a fool how could I have thought anything of the kind? You must think me either mad or an idiot, he went on, gaining a little courage. I came here with no suspicions. I have been angry, he added, turning his head away, to see my cousin, Meg Piercey, at everybodys beck and call, and to see how careless they were of you, and how exacting, and how