Nancy Part 37

You’re reading novel Nancy Part 37 online at LightNovelFree.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit LightNovelFree.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy!

"I have had _such_ bad news," I continue, feeling, as usual, a sensible relief from the communication of my grief. "Roger is not coming back!"

"_Not at all?_"

The words are the same as those employed by Mrs. Huntley; but there is much more alacrity and liveliness in the tone.

"_Not at all!_" repeat I, scornfully, looking impatiently at him; "that is so likely, is not it?"--then "No not _at all_"--I continue, ironically, "he has run off with some one else--some one _black_!" (with a timely reminiscence of Bobby's happy flight of imagination).

"Not till _when_, then?"

"Not till after Christmas," reply I, sighing loudly, "which is almost as bad as not at all."

"I knew _that_!" he says, rather petulantly; "you told me _that_ before!"

"_I told you that before?_" cry I, opening my eyes, and raising my voice; "why, how could I? I only heard it myself this morning!"

"It was not you, then," he says, composedly; "it must have been some one else!"

"It _could_ have been no one else," retort I, hastily. "I have told no one--no one at least from whom _you_ could have heard it."

"All the same, I _did_ hear it" (with a quiet persistence); "now, who could it have been?" throwing back his head, elevating his chin, and lifting his eyes in meditation to the great depths of burning red in the beech's heart, above him--"ah!"--(overtaking the recollection)--"I know!"

"Who?" say I, eagerly, "not that it _could_ have been any one."

"It was Mrs. Huntley!" he answers, with an air of matter-of-fact indifference.

I laugh with insulting triumph. "Well, that _is_ a bad hit! What a pity that you did not fix upon some one else! I have once or twice suspected you of drawing the long bow--_now_ I am sure of it! As it happens, I have just come from Mrs. Huntley, and she knew no more about it than the babe unborn!"

I am looking him full in the face, but, to my surprise, I cannot detect the expression of confusion and defeat which I antic.i.p.ate. There is only the old white-anger look that I have such a happy knack of calling up on his features.

"I _am_ a consummate liar!" he says, quietly, though his eyes flash.

"Every one knows _that_; but, all the same, she _did_ tell me."

"I do not believe a word of it!" cry I, in a fury.

He makes no answer, but, lifting his hat, begins to walk quickly away.

For a hundred yards I allow him to go unrecalled; then, as I note his quickly-diminis.h.i.+ng figure and the heavy mists beginning to fold him, my resolution fails me; I take to my heels and scamper after him.

"Stop!" say I, panting as I come up with him, "I dare say--perhaps--you _thought_ you were speaking truth!--there must, must be some _mistake_!"

He does not answer, but still walks quickly on.

"Tell me!" cry I, posting on alongside of him, breathless and distressed--"when was it? where did you hear it? how long ago?"

"I never heard it?"

"Yes, you did," cry I, pa.s.sionately, a.s.severating what I have so lately and pa.s.sionately denied. "You know you did; but when was it? how was it?

where was it?"

"It was _nowhere_," he answers with a cold, angry smile. "I was _drawing the long bow_!"

I stop in baffled rage and misery. I stand stock-still, with the long, dying gra.s.s wetly and limply clasping my ankles. To my surprise he stops too.

"I wish you were _dead_!" I say tersely, and it is not a figure of speech. For the moment I do honestly wish it.

"Do you?" he answers, throwing me back a look of hardly inferior animosity; "I dare say I do not much mind." A little pause, during which we eye each other, like two fighting-c.o.c.ks. "Even if I _were_ dead," he says, in a low voice--"mind, I do not blame you for wis.h.i.+ng it--sometimes I wish it myself--but even if I _were_, I do not see how that would hinder Sir Roger and Mrs. Huntley from corresponding."

"They _do not_ correspond," cry I, violently; "it is a falsehood!" Then, with a quick change of thought and tone: "But if they do, I--I--do not mind! I--I--am very glad--if Roger likes it! There is no harm in it."

"Not the slightest."

"Do you _always_ stay at home?" cry I, in a fury, goaded out of all politeness and reserve by the surface false acquiescence of his tone; "do you _never_ go away? I _wish_ you would! I wish"--(speaking between laughing and crying)--"that you could take your abbey up on your back, as a snail does its sh.e.l.l, and march off with it into another county."

"But unfortunately I cannot."

"What have I done to you?" I cry, falling from anger to reproach, "that you take such delight in hurting me? You can be pleasant enough to--to other people. I never hear you hinting and sneering away any one else's peace of mind; but as for me, I never--_never_ am alone with you that you do not leave me with a pain--a tedious long ache _here_"--(pa.s.sionately clasping my hands upon my heart).

"Do not I?"--(Then half turning away in a lowered voice)--"_nor you me_!"

"_I!_" repeat I, positively laughing in my scorn of this accusation.

"_I_ hint! _I_ imply! why, I _could_ not do it, if I were to be shot for it! it is not _in_ me!"

He does not immediately answer; still, he is looking aside, and his color changes.

"Ask mother, ask the boys, ask Barbara," cry I, in great excitement, "whether I ever _could_ wrap up any thing neatly, if I wished it ever so much? Always, _always_, I have to blurt it out! _I_ hint!"

"Hint! no!" he repeats, in a tone of vexed bitterness. "Well, no! no one could accuse you of _hinting_! Yours is honest, open cut and thrust!"

"If it is," retort I, bluntly, still speaking with a good deal of heat, "it is your own fault! I have no wish to quarrel, being such near neighbors, and--and--altogether--of course I had rather be on good terms than bad ones! When you _let_ me--when you leave me alone--I _almost_--sometimes I _quite_ like you. I am speaking seriously! I _do_."

"You do not say so?" again turning his head aside, and speaking with the objectionable intonation of irony.

"At home," pursue I, still chafing under the insult to my amiability, "I never was reckoned quarrelsome--_never_! Of course I was not like Barbara--there are not many like her--but I did very well. Ask _any one_ of them--it does not matter which--they will all tell you the same--whether I did not!"

"You were a household angel, in fact?"

"I was nothing of the kind," cry I, very angry, and yet laughing: the laughter caused by the antagonism of the epithet with the many recollected blows and honest sounding cuffs that I have, on and off, exchanged with Bobby.

A pause.

The sun has quite gone now: sulky and feeble, he has shrunk to his cold bed in the west, and the victor-mist creeps, crawls, and soaks on unopposed.

"Good-night!" cry I, suddenly. "I am going!" and I am as good as my word.

With the triple agility of health, youth, and indignation, I scurry away through the melancholy gra.s.s, and the heaped and fallen leaves, home.

CHAPTER XXVIII.

Nancy Part 37

You're reading novel Nancy Part 37 online at LightNovelFree.com. You can use the follow function to bookmark your favorite novel ( Only for registered users ). If you find any errors ( broken links, can't load photos, etc.. ), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible. And when you start a conversation or debate about a certain topic with other people, please do not offend them just because you don't like their opinions.


Nancy Part 37 summary

You're reading Nancy Part 37. This novel has been translated by Updating. Author: Rhoda Broughton already has 577 views.

It's great if you read and follow any novel on our website. We promise you that we'll bring you the latest, hottest novel everyday and FREE.

LightNovelFree.com is a most smartest website for reading novel online, it can automatic resize images to fit your pc screen, even on your mobile. Experience now by using your smartphone and access to LightNovelFree.com