Charlemont; Or, The Pride of the Village. a Tale of KentuckySimms, William Gilmore
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Charlemont; Or, The Pride of the Village. a Tale of Kentucky
Simms, William Gilmore
Kentucky -- Fiction
“Perhaps it is less than in our experience, my young friend,” was the
answer of the other, betraying that quiet sense of superiority which
would have been felt more gallingly by Hinkley had he been of a less
modest nature. Still, it had the effect of arousing some of the animal
in his blood, and he responded in a sentence which was not entirely
without its sneer, though it probably passed without penetrating such a
buff of self-esteem as guarded the sensibilities of our adventurer.
“You are fortunate sir, if, at your time of life, you have succeeded
in withdrawing your thoughts and feelings, with your person, from such
scenes of ambition as you speak of. But I fancy the passions dwell with
us in the country as well as with the wiser people in the town; and I am
not sure that there is any pursuit much more free from their intrusion
than that of the law.”
“Your remark exhibits penetration, Mr. Hinkley. I should not be
surprised if you have chosen your profession properly. Still, I should
counsel you not to overwork yourself. Bear with me, sir; I feel an
interest in your behalf, and I must think you do so. Allow me to be
something of a judge in this matter. You are aware, sir, that I too have
been a lawyer.”
The youth bowed stiffly.
“If I can lend you any assistance in your studies, I will do so. Let me
arrange them for you, and portion out your time. I know something about
that, and will save you from injuring your health. On this point you
evidently need instruction. You are doing yourself hurt. Your appearance
is matter of distress and apprehension to your parents.”
“To my parents, sir?”
“Your mother, I mean! She spoke to me about you this very morning. She
is distressed at some unaccountable changes which have taken place in
your manners, your health, your personal appearance. Of course I can say
nothing on the subject of the past, or of these changes; but I may be
permitted to say that your present looks do not betoken health, and I
have supposed this to be on account of your studies. I promised your
good mother to confer with you, and counsel you, and if I can be of any
help--“'
“You are very good, sir!”
The young man spoke bitterly. His gorge was rising. It was not easy to
suppress his vexation with his mother, and the indignation which he
felt at the supercilious approaches of the agent whom she had employed.
Besides, his mind, not less than his feelings, was rising in vigor in
due degree with the pressure put upon it.
“You are very good, sir, and I am very much obliged to you. I could have
wished, however, that my mother had not given you this trouble, sir. She
certainly must have been thinking of Mr. John Cross. She could scarcely
have hoped that any good could have resulted to me, from the counsel of
one who is so little older than myself.”
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