Gothic fiction; Ireland -- History -- Rebellion of 1798 -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Romans à clef
Sir Richard apologized for his abrupt appearance; and told Calantha that
he had been with Lord Avondale to visit his relations at Monteith, where
he had left him employed, as he said, from morning till night, with
his troops in quelling disturbances and administering justice, which he
performed but ill, having as he expressed it, too kind a heart. He then
assured her that her husband had promised to meet him the present day
at the castle, and enquired of her if she knew wherefore his return had
been delayed. She in reply informed him, that he had no intention of
joining them, and even produced his last cold letter, in which he told
her that she might visit him at Allenwater, at the end of the month, with
the children, if all continued tranquil in those quarters. She spoke
this in an embarrassed manner; her colour changed repeatedly; and her
whole appearance was so dissimilar from that to which the Admiral had
been accustomed, that he could not but observe it.
Sir Richard, having with seeming carelessness, repeated the words, “He’ll
be here this week that’s certain,” now addressed himself to the children,
telling Harry Mowbray the same, “And perhaps he’ll bring you toys.”
“He’ll bring himself,” said the child, “and that’s better.” “Right, my
gallant boy,” returned the Admiral; “and you are a fine little fellow
for saying so.” Thus encouraged, the child continued to prattle. “I want
no toys now, uncle Richard. See I have a sword, and a seal too. Will
you look at the impression:—the harp means Ireland: ‘Independence’ is
the motto; we have no crown; we want no kings.” “And who gave you this
seal?” said Sir Richard, fiercely. “Clarence Glenarvon,” replied the
boy, with a smile of proud exultation. “D——n your sword and your seal,”
said the Admiral. “I like no rebel chiefs, not I;” and he turned away.
“Are you angry with me, uncle Richard?” “No, I am sick, child—I have
the head ache.” The Admiral had observed Calantha’s agitation, and noted
the boy’s answers; for he left the room abruptly, and was cold and cross
the rest of the day.
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