Dariel: A Romance of SurreyBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Surrey (England) -- Fiction
I went across the road, and stood by Jackson Stoneman, who was standing
as firm as a rock, and pretending to play with the whip he had picked
up. "Look here," I said, "she will never pay another pike."
"Take a turn with me, my dear fellow," he replied; "Hopmann will get on
better without us. My housekeeper's mother lives round the corner.
Though the Lord knows that if all we want is a woman-- Lord Melladew, I
am so sorry for your little accident. You mustn't wear yellow spats, the
next time you go shooting. Garrod will help you to your inn, and the
doctor will come, when he has seen to this more urgent case. Garrod, let
his lordship throw all his weight on you. Stop a moment. Send your boy
at full speed to 'The Bell,' and order their low four-wheeler here. He
is not to say why, for fear of frightening Lady Cranleigh. And let him
take that villain of a pony to 'The Bell.'"
In less than an hour, I had the great joy of hearing that Grace was
quite conscious, and had no limbs broken, nor any other injury that a
few days would not cure. When the pony bolted at the shrieks and kicks
and swaying figure of his lordship, a branch across the road had swept
my sister from the saddle, but luckily it did not strike any vulnerable
part, unless the part that often wounds a man is such. In a word it was
her lump of hair, or what ladies call their _chignon_, into which she
was obliged to coil her tresses tight for riding, that received the
impact of the too obtrusive tree. But I scarcely knew what to conclude
about the doctor, or Stoneman himself, who had been so uneasy about a
young Earl hanging out so near our Grace, when, as sure as English words
were ever uttered by a German, I heard Hopmann whisper this condolence
to himself--"Zat was ze graidest shot as ever I did make. One fire,
leetle bepper, bring me down two bagients."
CHAPTER XVIII
A LOVEBIRD
Thus again, without any effort of his own, was the clever stockbroker
quit of rivalry; for although the Earl did not leave the village for
some weeks, he was not in a condition to do much poetic wooing, even if
he could have found a partner. And this was not the only good result
from that serious double accident; for the necessity of daily enquiry at
our cottage became so pressing, and Stoneman so gallantly rose to this
occasion, that the stiffness and coldness which had hitherto marked my
mother's reception of him could no longer be maintained, but glided very
quietly into goodwill and gratitude. All of us began to forgive him,
more and more, for the crime of not belonging to an ancient county
family, while the merits of his affluence almost drove us to maintain
them against his own indifference.
"You go along," I said, for I had come to know him now, and could talk
of his cash without tapping at it; "you know as well as I do, that the
first consideration with nine out of ten of us is--Money."
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