CHAPTER XIV.
FAREWELLS
During these busy weeks Mrs. Bolton had looked on in almost sullen
silence, except when now and then she had broken out into a passionate
invective of her nephew's madness. He had never been indifferent to the
luxuries and refinements that give a charm to life, and her nature could
not comprehend how all these were poisoned at their source for him. He
was eager to exchange them for a chance of a true home, however lowly
that home might be. He would willingly have gone to the wilds of
Siberia, if by so doing he could secure his wife's reformation An almost
feverish haste possessed him. To carry her away from Upton, from
England, and to enter upon a quite new career in a strange place, and to
accomplish this plan quickly, absorbed him nearly to the exclusion of
any other thought. Mrs. Bolton felt herself very much neglected and
greatly aggrieved. Her plans were frustrated and her comforts
threatened, yet her nephew hardly seemed to think of her--he for whom
she had done so much, who would not have been even rector of Upton but
for the late archdeacon.
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