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Parte 3
Parte 3
Parte 3
"Needn't I?" said Wyvis. He thrust his hands into his pockets and leaned back in his
chair with another laugh. "I have such a lot to make me cheerful, haven't I?"
His mother turned her eyes upon him with a look of yearning tenderness which, even if
the room had been less dimly lighted, he would not have seen. He was not much in the
"Is the place worse than you expected?" she asked, with a tremor in her voice.
drainage imperfect. It has been allowed to go to rack and ruin while we were away."
"Wyvis, Wyvis," said his mother, in a tone of pain, "I kept you away for your own sake.
"Oh—happier!" said the young man, rather scornfully. "Happiness isn't meant for me:
have been here long ago if I had had any idea that things were going wrong in this way."
"I suppose," said Mrs. Brand, carefully controlling her voice, "that you will not have the
"Not have visitors? Of course I shall have visitors. What else is there for me to do with
myself? We shall get the house put pretty straight by the 12th. Not that there will be any
"If nobody comes before the 12th, I think we can make the house habitable. I will do
my best, Wyvis."
Wyvis laughed again, but in a softer key. "You!" he said. "You can't do much, mother.
It isn't the sort of thing you care about. You stay in your own rooms and do your
needlework; I'll see to the house. Some men are coming long before the 12th—the day
"Who?"
"Oh, Dering and St. John and Ponsonby, I expect. I don't know whether they will bring
"The worst men of the worst set you know!" sighed his mother, under her breath. "Could
She felt rather than saw how he frowned—how his hand twitched with impatience.
"What sort of friends am I likely to have?" he said. "Why not those that amuse me
most?"
Then he rose and went over to the window, where he stood for some time looking out.
Turning round at last, he perceived from a slight familiar movement of his mother's
hand over her eyes that she was weeping, and it seemed as if his heart smote him at the
sight.
"Come, mother," he said, kindly, "don't take what I say and do so much to heart. You
know I'm no good, and never shall do anything in the world. You have Cuthbert to
comfort you—"
The young man came to her side and put his hand on her shoulder. The passionate tone
"Poor mother!" he said, softly. "You've suffered a good deal through me, haven't you?
I wish I could make you forget all the past—but perhaps you wouldn't thank me if I
could."
"No," she said, leaning forward so as to rest her forehead against his arm. "No. For there
has been brightness in the past, but I see little brightness in the future either for you or
for me."
"Well, that is my own fault," said Wyvis, lightly but bitterly. "If it had not been for my
own youthful folly I shouldn't be burdened as I am now. I have no one but myself to
thank."
"Yes, yes, it was my fault. I pressed you to do it—to tie yourself for life to the woman
who has made you miserable!" said Mrs. Brand, in a tone of despairing self-accusation.
"I fancied—then—that we were doing right."
"I suppose we were doing right," said Wyvis Brand sternly, but not as if the thought
gave him any consolation. "It was better perhaps that I should marry the woman whom
I thought I loved—instead of leaving her or wronging her—but I wish to God that I had
"And to think that I persuaded you into marrying her," moaned the mother, rocking
herself backward and forward in the extremity of her regretful anguish; "I—who ought
"You couldn't have interfered to much purpose. I was mad about her at the time," said
her son, beginning to walk about the room in a restless, aimless manner. "I wish, mother,
that you would cease to talk about the past. It seems to me sometimes like a dream; if
you would but let it lie still, I think that I could fancy it was a dream. Remember that I
do not blame you. When I rage against the bond, I am perfectly well aware that it was
It was curious to remark that the roughness and harshness of his first manner had
dropped away from him as it did drop now and then. He spoke with the polished
"I will try not to vex you, Wyvis," said his mother, wistfully.
"You do not vex me exactly," he answered, "but you stir my old memories too often. I
want to forget the past. Why else did I come down here, where I have never been since
I was a child? where Juliet never set foot, and where I have no association with that
"Then why do you bring those men down, Wyvis? For they know the past: they will
"They amuse me. I cannot be without companions. I do not pretend to cut myself off