A Secret of the Sea: A Novel. Vol. 1 (of 3) — John Shaqi
A Secret of the Sea: A Novel. Vol. 1 (of 3)Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
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A Secret of the Sea: A Novel. Vol. 1 (of 3)
Speight, T. W. (Thomas Wilkinson)
English fiction -- 19th century
Mrs. Kelvin, who was a sensible, clear-sighted woman enough in the
ordinary affairs of life, still cherished a strange preference for the
milk-and-water novels and vapid romances of the Minerva Press school,
such as had been fashionable when she was a girl; and it was pleasant
to see her son reading out this rubbish to her with the gravest air
possible, hiding his contempt and weariness under a well-feigned
interest in the fortunes and misfortunes of some book-muslin heroine,
or some hero with chiselled features who was never anything less than
a lord in disguise.
Of such books as these Mrs. Kelvin never seemed to tire. It may be
that they carried her back for a little while to the days of her
youth, when she too was young and blooming; and that when buried in
their pages she forgot for a brief hour or two that she was nothing
now but a grey-haired woman--old, sickly, and a widow.
There were people still alive in Pembridge, to whom the one romantic
episode in the life of Barbara Kelvin was known in all its details. It
was this:--The present Mathew Kelvin's father had run away with and
married Miss Barbara Carstairs, an orphan niece of the late Sir
Frederick Carstairs of Wemley, one of the chief magnates for twenty
miles round. Miss Carstairs, to be sure, had not a penny that she
could call her own, and was living the life of a genteel dependent at
Wemley, when young Kelvin--who was passing backwards and forwards
between Sir Frederick and his father, in connection with certain law
business--persuaded her to elope. But the fact that Miss Carstairs'
sole earthly possessions consisted of the clothes on her back and a
solitary spade guinea in her purse, by no means lessened the magnitude
of the offence of which the audacious young lawyer had been guilty.
There was an outcry of horror, accompanied by a turning up of eyes and
a holding up of hands, as the news spread from one country house to
another; but nothing could be done save to excommunicate the late Miss
Carstairs, with "bell, book, and candle," and try to forget that any
such creature had ever had an existence.
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