Chapters (55)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- CONTENTS
- Foreword to The Cullen Collection
- Introduction to Weighed and Wanting
- 1. A Bad Weather Holiday
- 2. An Eventful Walk
- 3. Hester Alone
- 4. The Aquarium
- 5. Amy Amber
- 6. Cornelius and Vavasor
- 7. Hester and Amy
- 8. A Beginning in Hester
- 9. A Private Exhibition
- 10. Vavasor and Hester
- 11. The Concert Room
- 12. Sudden Change
- 13. Yrndale
- 14. Down the Hill
- 15. Out of the Frying Pan
- 16. Waiting a Purpose
- 17. Major H. G. Marvel
- 18. The Major and Vavasor
- 19. A Walk Along the River
- 20. An Unpleasant Interview
- 21. Corney’s Holiday
- 22. A Distinguished Guest
- 23. Courtship in Earnest
- 24. Calamity
- 25. In London
- 26. A Talk with the Major
- 27. A Scuffle
- 28. Gartley and the Major
- 29. Further Down
- 30. Differences
- 31. Deep Calleth Unto Deep
- 32. Deliverance
- 33. On the Way Up
- 34. The Attic Room
- 35. Amy and Corney
- 36. Miss Vavasor
- 37. Mr. Christopher
- 38. An Arrangement
- 39. Things at Yrndale
- 40. The Return
- 41. A Sad Beginning
- 42. Mother and Son
- 43. Miss Dasomma and Amy
- 44. The Sick Room
- 45. Vengeance Is Mine
- 46. Father and Daughter-in-law
- 47. The Message
- 48. A Family
- 49. A Birthday Gift
- ENDNOTES
A great part of the time when her husband supposed her asleep, she had been lying wide awake, thinking of the Corney she had lost, and the Corney that had come home to her instead. She was miserable over the altered looks of her disfigured child. The truest of mothers, with all her love for the real and indifference to outsides, can hardly be expected to reconcile herself with ease to a new face on her child—she has loved him in one shape, and now has to love him in another! It was almost as if she had received again another child—her own indeed, but taken from her the instant he was born and never seen by her since—whom, now she saw him, she had to learn to love in a shape different from that in which she had been accustomed to imagine him.
His sad, pock-marked face had a torturing fascination for her. It was almost pure pain, yet she could not turn her eyes from it. She reproached herself that it gave her pain, yet was almost indignant with the face she saw for usurping the place of her boy’s beauty. At the same time very pity made her love with a new and deeper tenderness the poor spoilt visage, pathetic in its ugliness.
Not a word did she utter of reproach. His father was doing enough for both in that way! Every few minutes she would gaze intently in his face for a moment, and then clasp him to her heart as if seeking a shorter way to his presence than through the ruined door of his countenance.
Hester, who had never received from her half so much show of tenderness, could not help, like the elder brother in the divine tale, a little choking at the sight, but she soon consoled herself that the less poor Corney deserved it the more he needed it. The worst of it to Hester was that she could not with any confidence look on the prodigal as a repentant one. And if he was not, all this tenderness, she feared and with reason, would but blind him to his moral condition. But she thought also that God would do what he could to keep the love of such a mother from hurting, and it was not long before she was encouraged by a softness in Corney’s look, and a humid expression in his eyes which she had never seen before.