A Secret Inheritance (Volume 1 of 3)Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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A Secret Inheritance (Volume 1 of 3)
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Mystery fiction; Sleepwalking -- Fiction
Lauretta's mother nodded and looked kindly at me, and then turned her
eyes of full love upon her daughter, who was sitting by her side.
Between me and Lauretta's mother no words had been exchanged with
reference to the dear wish of my heart, but without being told I knew
that Doctor Louis had imparted to his wife all the particulars of what
had passed between us, and that she was aware that I stood in the
position of one who desired to win their Home Rose for my wife. There
was a new tenderness and solicitude in the mother's looks which deeply
moved me.
"Then there is another matter," I said, "upon which I hope we shall be
in accord. I am mustering up courage to leave you."
"I feared, mother," said Lauretta, and it delighted me to note that
her voice was tremulous, "that he was growing weary of us. I told him
so a little while since, I think."
"And my reply was," I said, "that I should be content to remain here
for ever; but that can scarcely be. I have no intention of leaving
Nerac, however."
"Of course not, of course not," said Doctor Louis; "the air here is so
fine, so much finer than it is anywhere else--"
"Very much finer," I said.
"And the fruit is so delicious, so much more delicious than it is
anywhere else--"
"Much more delicious," I said.
"And the skies are so bright, so much brighter than they are anywhere
else--"
"Much brighter."
"And the flowers are so much lovelier, and the stars are so much more
brilliant--"
"The doctor and I," I said, entering into his mood, and addressing his
wife and daughter, "so perfectly agree."
They smiled, but in Lauretta's smile there was a tender wistfulness.
"Then the people," continued Doctor Louis; "they are so much superior,
so much more refined, so much higher--"
"Indeed," I said, with a touch of earnestness, "that has been truly
proved to me."
"No, no," said Doctor Louis, "I am not to be turned from the track by
sentiment. It has been left to our young friend to discover--all
honour to him--that, taking us altogether, we in the little village of
Nerac here are a very exceptional lot. Now, I have only to make this
public to bring us an inch nearer to the sun. The least we can do for
him is to present him with a testimonial."
"Which he is ready to accept," I said gaily; "but, doctor, you omitted
to mention one important thing."
"What is it?"
"My health; it will take a considerable time to establish it, and it
cannot be established elsewhere."
"A poor compliment to my skill," observed Doctor Louis, quizzically.
"Ah, I always thought I was a pretender, but until this moment no one
has had the courage to tell me so to my face."
"Be serious, Louis," said his wife.
"I am dumb," he rejoined, with a comical look.
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