Arthur O'Leary: His Wanderings And Ponderings In Many LandsLever, Charles
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Arthur O'Leary: His Wanderings And Ponderings In Many Lands
Lever, Charles
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‘And you shall,’ said he, drawing forth a long document from a pocket in
his cassock. ‘Here it is.’
He handed me the paper, of which the following is a transcript:--
NOCES DE MI LORD O’LEARY ET MADEMOISELLE MI LADY DE MUDDLETON.
FRANCS.
Two conversations--preliminary, admonitory, and consolatory 10 0
Advice to the young couple, with moral maxims interspersed 3 0
Soirée, and society at wine 5 0
Guide to the château, with details, artistic and antiquarian 12 0
Eight children with flowers, at half a franc each 4 0
Fees at the château 2 0
Chorus of virgins, at one franc per virgin 10 0
Roses for virgins 2 10
M. le Maire et Madame ‘en grande tenue’ 1 0
Book of Registry, setting forth the date of the marriage-----
‘The devil take it!’ said I; ‘it was no marriage at all.’ ‘Yes, but it
was, though,’ said he. ‘It’s your own fault if you can’t take care of
your wife.’
The noise of his reply brought the host and hostess to the scene of
action; and though I resisted manfully for a time, there was no use in
prolonging a hopeless contest, and, with a melancholy sigh, I disbursed
my wedding expenses, and with a hearty malediction on Bouvigne--its
château, its inn, its _père_, its _maire_, and its virgins--I took the
road towards Namur, and never lifted my head till I had left the place
miles behind me.
CHAPTER XVI. A MOUNTAIN ADVENTURE
It was growing late on a fine evening in autumn, as I, a solitary
pedestrian, drew near the little town of Spa. From the time of my
leaving Chaude Fontaine, I lingered along the road, enjoying to the
utmost the beautiful valley of the Vesdre, and sometimes half hesitating
whether I would not loiter away some days in one of the little villages
I passed, and see if the trout, whose circling eddies marked the stream,
might not rise as favourably to my fly as to the vagrant insect that now
flitted across the water. In good sooth I wished for rest, and I wished
for solitude; too much of my life latterly had been passed in salons and
soirées; the peaceful habit of my soul, the fruit of my own lonely
hours, had suffered grievous inroads by my partnership with the world,
and I deemed it essential to be once more apart from the jarring
influences and distracting casualties which every step in life is beset
by, were it only to recover again my habitual tranquillity--to refit the
craft ere she took the sea once more.
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