Henry Dunbar: A NovelBraddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Henry Dunbar: A Novel
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
Fiction
A great many of the Lisfordians had seen the shabby stranger take his
seat in Henry Dunbar's carriage, side by side with the great banker.
This fact became universally known throughout the parish of Lisford and
two neighbouring parishes, before the shadows of night came down upon
the day of Laura Dunbar's wedding, and the Major was respected
accordingly.
He was shabby, certainly; queer about the heels of his boots; and very
mangy with regard to the poodle collar. His hat was more shiny than was
consistent with the hat-manufacturing interest. His bony hands were red
and bare, and only one miserable mockery of a glove dangled between his
thumb and finger as he swaggered along the village street.
But he had been seen riding in Henry Dunbar's carriage, and from that
moment he had become invested with a romantic interest. He was a
reduced gentleman, who had seen better days; or he was a miser,
perhaps—an eccentric individual, who wore shabby boots and shiny hats
for his own love and pleasure.
People paid respect, therefore, to the stranger at the Rose and Crown,
and touched their hats to him as he went in and out, and were glad to
answer any questions he chose to put to them as he loitered about the
village. He contrived to find out a good deal in this way about things
in general, and the habits of Henry Dunbar in particular. The banker
had given his shabby acquaintance a handful of sovereigns for present
use, as well as the cheques; and the Major was able to live upon the
best the Rose and Crown could afford, and pay liberally for all he
consumed.
"I find the Warwickshire air agree with me remarkably well," he said to
the landlord, as he sat at breakfast in the bar-parlour, upon the
second day after his interview with Henry Dunbar; "and if you know of
any snug little box in the neighbourhood that would suit a lonely old
bachelor with a comfortable income, and nobody to help him spend it,
why, I really should have a very great inclination to take it, and
furnish it."
The landlord scratched his head, and reflected for a few minutes. Then
he slapped his leg with a sounding and triumphant slap.
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