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
"She has had a nose, and as good a one as yours. It is the mere accident
of attrition. But here comes George! What can George want now? He knows
that I never should be interrupted, with all these drawers open. If any
rival Numismatist--I am sorry to say there is no honesty among them.
Even the people at the British Museum, when I lent them for comparison,
kept back three most valuable--the gems, the gems of my whole
collection!"
"Well, sir, I don't blame them. It was for the instruction of the
nation." I knew that my father was even more proud than indignant at
this fact--if fact it was, and he had long ago made it one, by telling
it at least twice a-day. "But I don't want to disturb you, sir, and I
don't often do it. Only there are two things that I am bound to consult
you about immediately, if you can spare me a few minutes, without having
to put more important work aside."
My father sighed; for he hated business, as he had good cause to do,
while Grace walked away with a lofty air, like a lady denied the
franchise. Finding myself rather nervous, I began in a craven manner
with other people's business.
"Bandilow wants to know, sir, whether he may break up half-moon meadow,
and plant it with apple- and pear-trees. He says it is the only chance
of his being able to pay his rent, next Lady day."
"But, my dear George," Sir Harold replied, while he spread a silk
handkerchief over his coins, lest the atmosphere of business should
corrode them, "does the silly fellow expect to realise a fruit-crop
betwixt this and then?"
"Very likely he does, for he has found an apple on a tree he planted not
more than two years ago; and the Society for the Promotion of British
Fructiculture has sent him a coloured print of apples bigger than
turnips and brighter than prize carnations. And you know what Lord
Melladew did for him; they would not advance him any money,--in fact, he
had to subscribe to them,--but for a 'nominal price' they supplied him
with a list of fifteen hundred kinds----"
"Oh, I don't want to hear any more about that! I should have some faith
in it, if they put their own money into it, instead of being paid for
persuading other people to invest in it. However, it is no concern of
mine."
"Excuse me, sir, but I think it is. In a sort of sideway, at any rate.
You would not like an old tenant, whose family has held under ours for
at least three centuries, to be robbed by private folly of the little
the public mania has left him. I know the climate of Surrey pretty well,
and there are very few better in England. Last May, the mercury stood
below freezing point at six in the morning, no less than eight times;
and twice it was eight degrees below. Have we any fruit-bloom that can
laugh at that? You would not like an elderly man like Bandilow, with a
large family dependent upon him, to be ruined, would you now? And he is
already in arrears of rent?"
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