English fiction -- 19th century; Tailors -- Fiction
Looking on the fine head and face, Lady Racial saw nothing of this. She
had not looked long before she found covert employment for her
handkerchief. The widow standing beside her did not weep, or reply to
her whispered excuses at emotion; gazing down on his mortal length with
a sort of benignant friendliness; aloof, as one whose duties to that
form of flesh were well-nigh done. At the feet of his master, Jacko,
the monkey, had jumped up, and was there squatted, with his legs
crossed, very like a tailor! The imitative wretch had got a towel, and
as often as Lady Racial’s handkerchief travelled to her eyes, Jacko’s
peery face was hidden, and you saw his lithe skinny body doing grief’s
convulsions till, tired of this amusement, he obtained possession of
the warrior’s helmet, from a small round table on one side of the bed;
a calque of the barbarous military-Georgian form, with a huge knob of
horse-hair projecting over the peak; and under this, trying to adapt it
to his rogue’s head, the tricksy image of Death extinguished himself.
All was very silent in the room. Then the widow quietly disengaged
Jacko, and taking him up, went to the door, and deposited him outside.
During her momentary absence, Lady Racial had time to touch the dead
man’s forehead with her lips, unseen.
CHAPTER III.
THE DAUGHTERS OF THE SHEARS
Three daughters and a son were left to the world by Mr. Melchisedec.
Love, well endowed, had already claimed to provide for the daughters:
first in the shape of a lean Marine subaltern, whose days of
obscuration had now passed, and who had come to be a major of that
corps: secondly, presenting his addresses as a brewer of distinction:
thirdly, and for a climax, as a Portuguese Count: no other than the
Senor Silva Diaz, Conde de Saldar: and this match did seem a far more
resplendent one than that of the two elder sisters with Major Strike
and Mr. Andrew Cogglesby. But the rays of neither fell visibly on
Lymport. These escaped Eurydices never reappeared, after being once
fairly caught away from the gloomy realms of Dis, otherwise Trade. All
three persons of singular beauty, a certain refinement, some Port, and
some Presence, hereditarily combined, they feared the clutch of that
fell king, and performed the widest possible circles around him. Not
one of them ever approached the house of her parents. They were dutiful
and loving children, and wrote frequently; but of course they had to
consider their new position, and their husbands, and their husbands’
families, and the world, and what it would say, if to it the dreaded
rumour should penetrate! Lymport gossips, as numerous as in other
parts, declared that the foreign nobleman would rave in an
extraordinary manner, and do things after the outlandish fashion of his
country: for from him, there was no doubt, the shop had been most
successfully veiled, and he knew not of Pluto’s close relationship to
his lovely spouse.
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