Dynevor Terrace; Or, The Clue of Life — Volume 1Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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Dynevor Terrace; Or, The Clue of Life — Volume 1
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Cousins -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Upper class -- England -- Fiction
She gave Charlotte Tom Madison's letter. The little maiden took it,
and twirled it about rather superciliously. 'What business had my
young Lord,' she thought, 'to fancy she cared for that poor fellow?
Very likely he was improved, and she was glad of it, but she knew what
was genteel now. Yes, she would read it at once; there was no fear
that it would make her soft and foolish--she had got above that!'
CHAPTER XVII.
THE RIVALS.
'Which king, Bezonian?'--Henry IV.
Sir Roland of Provence remained in suspense whether to be a novice or
an irrevocably pledged Hospitalier. The latter was most probable; and
when Adeline's feelings had been minutely analysed, Miss Conway
discovered that she had better not show her morning's work to her
sisters.
Clara and Louis pronounced Jem to be as savage as a bear all through
the journey. Clara declared it was revenge for having been civil and
amiable all through the vacation; and Louis uttered a theatrical aside,
that even _that_ could not have been maintained if he had not
occasionally come to Ormersfield to relieve himself a little upon their
two lordships.
Laugh as he might, Fitzjocelyn was much concerned and perplexed by his
cousin's ill-humour, when it appeared more permanent than could be
puffed off in a few ebullitions. Attempts to penetrate the gloom made
it heavier, and Louis resolved to give it time to subside. He waited
some days before going near James, and when he next walked to his
college found him engaged with pupils. He was himself very busy, and
had missed his cousin several times before he at length found him alone.
'Why, Jem, old fellow, what are you about? You've not been near my
rooms this term. Are you renouncing me in anticipation of my plucking?'
'You won't be plucked unless you go out of your senses for the
occasion.'
'No thanks to your advice and assistance if I am not. But it would
conduce to my equanimity, Jem, to know whether we are quarrelling, as
in that case I should know how to demean myself.'
'I've no quarrel with you. You have far more reason--But,' added Jem,
catching himself up, 'don't you know I have no leisure for trifling?
The Ordination is the second week in March.'
'The Ordination!'
'Ay--you know it! My fellowship depends on it.'
'I never liked to contemplate it.' He sat down and mused, while James
continued his occupation. Presently he said, 'Look here. Sir Miles
Oakstead asked me if I had any clever Oxford friend to recommend. If
he comes into office, he--'
'I'll be no great man's hanger-on.'
'This matter is not imminent. You are barely four-and-twenty. Wait a
year or two; even a few months would--'
'You have tried my forbearance often enough,' broke in James; 'my
object is--as you very well know--to maintain myself and mine without
being liable to obnoxious patronage. If you think I should disgrace
the office, speak out!'
Louis, without raising his eyes, only answered with a smile.
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