Domestic fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Family -- England -- Fiction
In our eyes Lady Peacock was the companion of the elders, and as such was
appreciated by the gentlemen; but neither of the two mothers was equally
delighted with her, nor was mine at all sorry when, on Tuesday, the boxes
were packed, posthorses sent for, and my Lady departed, with great
expressions of thankfulness to us all.
‘A tulip to a jessamine,’ muttered Griff as she drove off, and he looked
up at his Ellen’s sweet refined face.
The unfortunate Colonel Brereton put an end to himself when the
court-martial was half over. How Clarence was shocked and how ardent was
his pity! But Griffith received the thanks of the Corporation of Bristol
for his gallant conduct, when the special assize was held in January.
Mrs. Fordyce was almost as proud of him as we were, and there was much
less attempt at restraining the terms on which he stood with Ellen—though
still the formal engagement was not permitted.
CHAPTER XXIII.
QUICKSANDS.
‘Whither shall I go?
Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes?’
TENNYSON.
IT was in the May of the ensuing year, 1832, that Clarence was sent down
to Bristol for a few weeks to take the place of one of the clerks in the
office where the cargoes of the incoming vessels of the firm were
received and overhauled.
This was a good-natured arrangement of Mr. Castleford’s in order to give
him change of work and a sight of home, where, by the help of the coach,
he could spend his Sundays. That first spring day on his way down was a
great delight and even surprise to him, who had never seen our profusion
of primroses, cowslips, and bluebells, nor our splendid blossom of
trees—apple, lilac, laburnum—all vieing in beauty with one another.
Emily conducted him about in great delight, taking him over to Hillside
to see Mrs. Fordyce’s American garden, blazing with azaleas, and glowing
with rhododendrons. He came back with a great bouquet given to him by
Ellen, who had been unusually friendly with him, and he was more animated
and full of life than for years before.
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