Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a RomanceHawthorne, Nathaniel
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Doctor Grimshawe's Secret — a Romance
Hawthorne, Nathaniel
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“Well, well, perhaps not,” said the Warden, laughing frankly. “I have
been amongst your republicans myself, a long while ago, and saw that
your countrymen have no adequate idea of the sacredness of pedigrees,
and heraldic distinctions, and would change their own names at pleasure,
and vaunt kindred with an English duke on the strength of the assumed
one. But I am happy to meet an American gentleman who looks upon this
matter as Englishmen necessarily must. I met with great kindness in your
country, Mr. Redclyffe, and shall be truly happy if you will allow me an
opportunity of returning some small part of the obligation. You are now
in a condition for removal to my own quarters, across the quadrangle. I
will give orders to prepare an apartment, and you must transfer yourself
there by dinner-time.”
With this hospitable proposal, so decisively expressed, the Warden took
his leave; and Edward Redclyffe had hardly yet recovered sufficient
independent force to reject an invitation so put, even were he inclined;
but, in truth, the proposal suited well with his wishes, such as they
were, and was, moreover, backed, it is singular to say, by another of
those dreamlike recognitions which had so perplexed him ever since he
found himself in the Hospital. In some previous state of being, the
Warden and he had talked together before.
“What is the Warden’s name?” he inquired of the old pensioner.
“Hammond,” said the old man; “he is a kinsman of the Redclyffe family
himself, a man of fortune, and spends more than the income of his
wardenship in beautifying and keeping up the glory of the establishment.
He takes great pride in it.”
“And he has been in America,” said Redclyffe. “How strange! I knew
him there. Never was anything so singular as the discovery of old
acquaintances where I had reason to suppose myself unknowing and
unknown. Unless dear Doctor Grim, or dear little Elsie, were to start up
and greet me, I know not what may chance next.”
Redclyffe took up his quarters in the Warden’s house the next day, and
was installed in an apartment that made a picture, such as he had not
before seen, of English household comfort. He was thus established under
the good Warden’s roof, and, being very attractive of most people’s
sympathies, soon began to grow greatly in favor with that kindly
personage.
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