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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Whether that pair in the picture-gallery made themselves in anywise
ridiculous, either by word or deed, in the course of the morning, is a
question between themselves and their consciences; for the only
witnesses were the members of their ancestry on the walls, who looked
down on the proceedings with the polite indifference of well-bred people
who have seen a good deal of that sort of business in their time, and
have found out that "this, too, is vanity." At the moment when we
intrude on the _tête-à-tête_, its component parts were in a very
decorous and rational condition; in fact they had resolved themselves
into a sort of committee of supply, and were discussing the financial
affairs of the future. It was delightful to observe the perfect gravity
and good faith with which they approached the subject; though it would
have been difficult to decide which of the two was most hopelessly and
absolutely ignorant of all matters pertaining to domestic economy.
Wyverne was especially great on the point of retrenchment, as far as his
own personal expenses were concerned.
"You have no idea how much I shall save by giving up hunting," he was
saying; "I don't care nearly so much for it as I did, so it is hardly a
sacrifice" (he really _thought_ he was speaking the truth); "my present
stud is too small to be of much use, and I hate being mounted. So that's
settled. I shall have no difficulty in getting rid of my horses; Vesey
will give me four hundred for Red Lancer any day; and Cuirassier ought
to fetch three. Only fancy, Helen, what one will be able to do with
seven hundred sovereigns! You must have a brougham to yourself, even if
we stay at the great house in town, and it will be useful in the
country, for I suppose people will want us to dine with them sometimes.
We must have our saddle-horses of course--Maimouna carries you
beautifully already--I shall never let you give up riding, if only for
the memory of yesterday afternoon; and that will be all, besides the
ponies that Uncle Hubert gave you on your last birthday."
"But, dear Alan," his cousin objected, "it seems to me, all those horses
will cost more to keep than your hunters do now; for, you know, you
always stay somewhere throughout the season, where they get board and
lodging."
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