Barren Honour: A NovelLawrence, George A. (George Alfred)
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Barren Honour: A Novel
Lawrence, George A. (George Alfred)
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See--a company of beautiful bright-eyed antelopes are drinking at their
favourite pool, deep in the green heart of the jungle; the leopards have
tracked them, and steal nearer and nearer, till a few seconds more will
bring the prey within clutch of their spring; suddenly the ravenous
beasts cease to trail themselves forward, crouching lower and lower till
their muzzles seem buried in the ground; there they lie, rigid and
motionless, showing no sign of life, even by a quiver of the listening
ear; the sounds close by are significant enough to _them_, though the
poor little antelopes hear nothing--a soft, heavy footfall--a deep
breath drawn long and savagely--a smothered rustle, as though some huge
body were forcing stealthy passage through the tangled jungle-grass: the
leopards know, right well, that the King of the Forest is at hand, and
famished as they are, will not betray their presence even by a growl,
till their Seigneur shall have chosen his victim and satiated his
appetite. Could the most patient and discreet of courtiers or parasites
act more decorously?
The simile is not altogether inapposite, I fancy, nor very new either;
nevertheless, O fairest reader! I _do_ pray you to pardon the truculence
of that carnivorous comparison.
Clydesdale did not seek to dissemble his admiration; indeed, he seemed
desirous to _afficher_ it as much as possible, for he knew that it was
the surest way of keeping the ground clear, and that was precisely what
he wanted. If it had been possible he would have liked, when he was
calling in Guelph-crescent, to have left some visible token of his
presence outside, to warn off the vulgar and profane, even as the
Scythian chiefs used to plant their spear at the door of the tent
wherein dwelt the favourite of the hour. From the moment that he heard,
with a fierce throb of exultation, of the breaking off of Helen's
engagement, the Earl had made up his resolve, and never doubted as to
the event. Alan's departure made him still more confident; he felt that
the last barrier had been taken away: he had nothing to do now but to
sit still and win. He was doggedly obstinate in his attentions, yet by
no means demonstrative; he seldom tried to secure more than two of Miss
Vavasour's waltzes in an evening, but these were the only ones in which
he deigned to exhibit himself; when she was dancing with any one else,
he would stand watching her swift graceful movements, with a critical
complacency on his broad sensual face, that was enough to aggravate even
an indifferent spectator--the conscious pride of proprietorship was so
very evident. With just that same expression, the chief of a great
stable watches the Oaks favourite as she sweeps past him, leading the
string of two-year-olds--so easily--with her long sweeping stride. Lord
Clydesdale was always sparing of his conversational treasures, if he
possessed any; nor did he lavish them even on the woman whom he
delighted to honour.
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