Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXIII.—April, 1852.—Vol. IV.: NoneVarious
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXIII.—April, 1852.—Vol. IV.: None
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"Rat-tat-tat-tat." It was unmistakably Travers's knock, and
boisterously hilarious, too, as in the old time, before any Constance
Herveys had emerged from pinafores and tuckers to distract and torment
mankind, and more especially well-to-do government clerks. The startled
maid-servant hastened to the door, and I had barely gained my feet and
stretched myself, when in bounced Travers--radiant--a-blaze with
triumph.
"Hollo, Travers! Why, where the deuce do you spring from, eh?"
"From Heaven! Paradise!--the presence of an angel at all events!"
"There, there, that will do; I quite understand."
"No, you don't Ned. Nobody but myself _can_ understand, imagine, guess,
dream of the extent the vastness of the change that has come over my
life. Firstly, then--but this is nothing--Rowdell is at length
superannuated, and I am to have his place."
He paused a moment; and I, with certainly a more than half-envious
sneer, said--"And upon the strength of that piece of luck, you have
proposed to Constance Hervey, and been accepted--of course."
"_Jubilate_--yes! Feel how my pulse throbs! It is four hours since, and
still my brain lightens and my eyes dazzle with the tumultuous joy. Do
not light the candles; I shall grow calmer in the twilight."
"Confound his raptures," was my internal ejaculation. "Why the mischief
couldn't he take them somewhere else?" I, however, said nothing, and he
presently resumed the grateful theme. "You will be at the wedding, of
course. And by-the-by, now I think of it, haven't I heard Constance say
she especially remembers you for something--I forget exactly what--but
something pleasant and amusing--very!"
My face kindled to flame, and I savagely whirled the easy chair in which
I sat two or three yards back from the fire-light before speaking. "I am
extremely obliged to the lady, and so I dare say is poor Capel, who, it
seems, has been so carelessly thrown over."
"Carelessly thrown over!" rejoined Travers, sharply. "That is a very
improper expression. If he has, as I fear, indulged in illusions, he has
been only self-deceived. Still, his double disappointment grieves me. It
seems to cast--though there is no valid reason that it should do so--a
shadow on my conscience."
We were both silent for some time. I was in no mood for talking, and he
sat gazing dreamily at the fire. I knew very well whose face he saw
there. I have seen it myself in the same place a hundred times.
"There is another drawback, Ned," he at length resumed. "Our marriage
must be deferred six months at the least. I have but about two hundred
pounds in ready money, and the lease and furniture of the house we shall
require, would cost at least double that."
"Any respectable establishment would credit you for the furniture upon
the strength of your greatly-increased salary."
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