A Minion of the Moon: A Romance of the King's HighwaySpeight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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A Minion of the Moon: A Romance of the King's Highway
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century
"I found him, not in his bedroom, but in his library, and how do you
think he was engaged? Why, in drawing up, with the help of his
secretary, a catalogue of the coins and medals which he has been
accumulating for the last forty years? When he turned to greet me his
voice was as firm and resonant as I ever remember it to have been.
Then his secretary left the room and we were alone.
"He held out a lean, withered hand, and his face lighted up with one
of his peculiar smiles. (When Mr. Cortelyon smiles you never can be
sure whether he is smiling with you, at you, or merely at some hidden
thought of his own.) 'Welcome, Onoria!' he began. 'I have been
expecting a visit from you for some time past, but better late than
not at all. You are surprised--he!--he! (now don't deny it, I can read
your face like a book) at finding me perched here and busying myself
with my favorite trivialities, when, if only I had behaved as ordinary
mortals are wont to do, I should have been shouldered to my last abode
weeks ago, and you would have been a considerably richer woman than
you are to-day. Well, well, nobody can be more surprised than I. But
why don't you sit down? I hate to have people standing about and
staring at me.'
"What I said in reply, when he gave me a chance of speaking, is not
worth repeating. As a matter of course, I explained how I had been
called from home and did not get back till yesterday, but he listened
without seeming to hear what I was talking about. Evidently he was
busy with his own thoughts.
"His next words had reference to Gavin. He wanted to know whether the
boy was quite well. When assured on the point he nodded his head and
seemed pleased. Then he lay back in his chair for a little while
without speaking, twiddling between his fingers, as if he loved it, a
large gold coin which looked as if it might have been minted a couple
of thousand years ago.
"At length he spoke: 'There is one matter, Onoria, about which I wish
to give you my assurance. It is this: that whether I die to-morrow or
not for five years to come, my will, as it now stands, will remain
unchanged. When once my mind is made up, it is made up for good; I
never go back from my decision. Consequently, you may make yourself
easy on that point. You know already that neither yourself nor your
son has been forgotten in the will; indeed, I will go so far as to
tell you this, that there is perhaps such a surprise in store for you
as you little wot of. And now let us talk of something else. I hear
the Browhead property is likely to come into the market in the course
of a few weeks. I wish you would drive as far some day soon, look over
it, and let me know what you think of it.'
"Nothing more passed that it would interest you to be told about, and
before long I took my leave, but not till Mr. Cortelyon had requested
me to visit him again on this day fortnight and take Gavin with me."
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