Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon, Volume 1Lever, Charles
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Charles O'Malley, The Irish Dragoon, Volume 1
Lever, Charles
Peninsular War, 1807-1814 -- Fiction
I gave the required pledge; while Power, springing into the saddle, left me
to my own reflections.
My frame of mind as Power left me was by no means an enviable one. A
quarrel is rarely a happy incident in a man’s life, still less is it so
when the difference arises with one we are disposed to like and respect.
Such was Hammersley. His manly, straightforward character had won my esteem
and regard, and it was with no common scrutiny I taxed my memory to think
what could have given rise to the impression he labored under of my
having injured him. His chance mention of Trevyllian suggested to me some
suspicion that his dislike of me, wherefore arising I knew not, might have
its share in the matter; and in this state of doubt and uncertainty I paced
impatiently up and down, anxiously watching for Power’s return in the hope
of at length getting some real insight into the difficulty.
My patience was fast ebbing, Power had been absent above an hour, and no
appearance of him could I detect, when suddenly the tramp of a horse came
rapidly up the hill. I looked out and saw a rider coming forward at a very
fast pace. Before I had time for even a guess as to who it was, he drew
up, and I recognized Captain Trevyllian. There was a certain look of easy
impertinence and half-smiling satisfaction about his features I had never
seen before, as he touched his cap in salute, and said,--
“May I have the honor of a few words’ conversation with you?”
I bowed silently, while he dismounted, and passing his bridle beneath his
arm, walked on beside me.
“My friend Captain Hammersley has commissioned me to wait upon you about
this unpleasant affair--”
“I beg pardon for the interruption, Captain Trevyllian, but as I have yet
to learn to what you or your friend alludes, perhaps it may facilitate
matters if you will explicitly state your meaning.”
He grew crimson on the cheek as I said this, while, with a voice perfectly
unmoved, he continued,--
“I am not sufficiently in my friend’s confidence to know the whole of the
affair in question, nor have I his permission to enter into any of it, he
probably presuming, as I certainly did myself, that your sense of honor
would have deemed further parley and discussion both unnecessary and
unseasonable.”
“In fact, then, if I understand, it is expected that I should meet Captain
Hammersley for some reason unknown--”
“He certainly desires a meeting with you,” was the dry reply.
“And as certainly I shall not give it, before understanding upon what
grounds.”
“And such I am to report as your answer?” said he, looking at me at the
moment with an expression of ill-repressed triumph as he spoke.
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