United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
Now I am free to confess that this last remark was unworthy Mr.
Pagebrook. If not ungrammatical, it is at least of questionable
construction, and so not at all like Mr. Pagebrook's usage. But the
demoralizing effect of Miss Sudie Barksdale's society did not stop here
by any means, as we shall see in due time.
"If you'd really like to ride, I'll have the horses brought," said the
little lady.
"And you with me?"
"Yes, if I may."
"I shall be more than happy."
"Dick, run up to the barn and tell Uncle Polidore to saddle Patty for me
and Graybeard for your Mas' Robert. Do you hear? Excuse me, Cousin
Robert, and I'll put on my habit."
Ten minutes later the pair reined in their horses on the top of a little
hill, to look at the sunrise. The morning was just cool enough to be
thoroughly pleasant, and the exhilaration which comes of nothing else so
surely as of rapid riding began to tell upon the spirits of both.
Cousin Sudie was a good rider and a graceful one, and she knew it.
Robert's riding hitherto had been done, for the most part, in cities,
and on smooth roads; but he held his horse with a firm hand, and
controlled him perforce of a strong will, which, with great personal
fearlessness and a habit of doing well whatever he undertook to do at
all, and undertaking whatever was expected of him, abundantly supplied
the lack he had of experience in the rougher riding of Virginia on the
less perfectly trained horses in use there. He was a stalwart fellow,
with shapely limbs and perfect ease of movement, so that on horseback he
was a very agreeable young gentleman to look at, a fact of which Miss
Sudie speedily became conscious. Her rides were chiefly without a
cavalier, as they were usually taken early in the morning before her
cousin Billy thought of getting up; and naturally enough she enjoyed the
presence of so agreeable a young gentleman as Mr. Rob certainly was, and
her enjoyment of his company--she being a woman--was not diminished in
the least by the discovery that to his intellectual and social
accomplishments, which were very genuine, there were added a handsome
face, a comely person, and a manly enthusiasm for out-door exercise.
When he pulled some wild flowers which grew by the road-side without
dismounting--a trick he had picked up somewhere--she wondered at the
ease and grace with which it was done; when he added to the flowers a
little cluster of purple berries from a wild vine, of which I do not
know the name, and a sprig of sumac, still wet with dew, she admired his
taste; and when he gallantly asked leave to twine the whole into her
hair, for her hat had come off, as good-looking young women's hats
always do on such occasions, she thought him "just nice."
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