In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
“See now,” says he, “what a fine thing it is to be admired by one’s
wife! For me, I can but content myself with admiring mine, but in that
there’s so much to do as needs all my skill.”
“My friend!” says Madam Heliodora, laying her hand on his shoulder.
“An’t it true?” says he, kissing her hand, which was a very pretty
sight, but seeing Madam Heliodora ready to chide him, we did withdraw.
“And your ladyship will send your servant to fetch the cordial water?”
says Dorothy to Madam Heliodora, on her carrying us to the head of the
stairs. “’Tis of my own distilling, and should, though I say it, be of
much benefit to his lordship.”
“You are too good, madam,” said my lady. “Be assured that I will send
for’t with much gratitude.”
So we two to our coach, the landlord bowing us out very officiously,
and as soon as we were there, my wife fell a-weeping, to my much
surprise. And I asking her what ailed her, she told me ’twas for Madam
Heliodora that she wept.
“She is an angel,” says Dorothy, drying her eyes, though uselessly,
“and she should by rights be dwelling in a palace, with all
conveniences and luxuries secured to her. But she must needs wear a
sorry camlet gown, and the lace of her ruffles all mended and darned.
Yes, Ned, I saw ’em, though it han’t caught your eye. And she hath
suffered such a quantity of misfortunes, with my lord in prison and
sick, and near all their goods confiscate! And then, her babe died in
Paris, so as she can’t even weep over its grave--think of that, Ned.
Think if it had been our little Hal or Bob. Poor, poor lady!”
I did my best to comfort her, though indeed my own eyes wan’t free
from tears, and asked her what it was that had brought so much sorrow
upon our friends. But this she could not tell me particularly, and we
resolved therefore to ask a full relation from their servant that was
to be sent to fetch the cordial water. And he coming when we were gat
home, we had him up, and found him a very honest fellow and a
_Hugonot_, Andrew by name, and asked him of his master’s history since
I had last beheld him.
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