Colonel Quaritch, V.C.: A Tale of Country LifeHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Colonel Quaritch, V.C.: A Tale of Country Life
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Country life -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction
“Very well. The conduct to which I refer is that you were once engaged
to my aunt, Julia Heston; that within three days of the time of the
marriage you deserted and jilted her in a most cruel way, as a
consequence of which she went mad, and is to this moment an inmate of
an asylum.”
Ida gave an exclamation of astonishment, and the Colonel started, while
the Squire, looking at him curiously, waited to hear what he had to
say.
“It is perfectly true, Mr. Cossey,” he answered, “that I was engaged
twenty years ago to be married to Miss Julia Heston, though I now for
the first time learn that she was your aunt. It is also quite true that
that engagement was broken off, under most painful circumstances,
within three days of the time fixed for the marriage. What those
circumstances were I am not at liberty to say, for the simple reason
that I gave my word not to do so; but this I will say, that they were
not to my discredit, though you may not be aware of that fact. But as
you are one of the family, Mr. Cossey, my tongue is not tied, and I
will do myself the honour of calling upon you to-morrow and explaining
them to you. After that,” he added significantly, “I shall require you
to apologise to me as publicly as you have accused me.”
“You may require, but whether I shall comply is another matter,” said
Edward Cossey, and he passed out.
“I am very sorry, Mr. de la Molle,” said the Colonel, as soon as he had
gone, “more sorry than I can say, that I should have been the cause of
this most unpleasant scene. I also feel that I am placed in a very
false position, and until I produce Mr. Cossey’s written apology, that
position must to some extent continue. If I fail to obtain that
apology, I shall have to consider what course to take. In the meanwhile
I can only ask you to suspend your judgment.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE BLOW FALLS
On the following morning, about ten o’clock, while Edward Cossey was
still at breakfast, a dog-cart drew up at his door and out of it
stepped Colonel Quaritch.
“Now for the row,” said he to himself. “I hope that the governor was
right in his tale, that’s all. Perhaps it would have been wiser to say
nothing till I had made sure,” and he poured out some more tea a little
nervously, for in the Colonel he had, he felt, an adversary not to be
despised.
Presently the door opened, and “Colonel Quaritch” was announced. He
rose and bowed a salutation, which the Colonel whose face bore a
particularly grim expression, did not return.
“Will you take a chair?” he said, as soon as the servant had left, and
without speaking Harold took one—and presently began the conversation.
“Last night, Mr. Cossey,” he said, “you thought proper to publicly
bring a charge against me, which if it were true would go a long way
towards showing that I was not a fit person to associate with those
before whom it was brought.”
“Yes,” said Edward coolly.
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