Nancy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 483 pages of information about Nancy.

Nancy eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 483 pages of information about Nancy.

“We did not mention his name.”

There is something so abrupt and trenchant in his tone that I have not the spirit to pursue my inquiries any further.  In deep astonishment and still deeper mortification, I pursue my way in silence.

Suddenly Roger comes to a stand-still.

“Nancy!” he says, in a voice that is more like his own, stopping and laying his hands on my shoulders; while in his eyes is something of his old kindness; yet not quite the old kindness either; there is more of unwilling, rueful yearning in them than there ever was in that—­“Nancy, how old are you?—­nineteen, is it not?”

“Very nearly twenty,” reply I, cheerfully, for he has called me “Nancy,” and I hail it as a sign of returning fine weather; “we may call it twenty; will not it be a comfort when I am well out of my teens?”

“And I am forty-eight,” he says, as if speaking more to himself than to me, and sighing heavily; “it is a monstrous, an unnatural disparity!”

“It is not nearly so bad as if it were the other way,” reply I, laughing gayly; “I forty-eight, and you twenty, is it?”

“My child! my child!”—­speaking with an accent of, to me, unaccountable suffering—­“what possessed me to marry you? why did not I adopt you instead?  It would have been a hundred times more seemly!”

“It is a little late to think of that now, is not it?” I say, with an uncomfortable smile; then I go on, with an uneasy laugh, “that was the very idea that occurred to us the first night you arrived; at least, it never struck us as possible that you would take any notice of me, but we all said what a good thing it would be for the family if you would adopt Barbara or the Brat.”

“Did you?” (very quickly, in a tone of keen pain); “it struck you all in the same light then?”

“But that was before we had seen you,” I answer, hastily, repenting my confession as soon as I see its effects.  “When we had, we soon changed our tune.”

If I had adopted you,” he pursues, still looking at me with the same painful and intent wistfulness, “if I had been your father, you would have been fond of me, would not you?  Not afraid of me—­not afraid to tell me any thing that most nearly concerned you—­you would perhaps”—­(with a difficult smile)—­“you would perhaps have made me your confidant, would you, Nancy?”

I look up at him in utter bewilderment.

“What are you talking about?  Why do I want a confidant?  What have I to confide?  What have I to tell any one?”

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