Jack Harkaway in New York; or, The Adventures of the Travelers' ClubHemyng, Bracebridge
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Jack Harkaway in New York; or, The Adventures of the Travelers' Club
Hemyng, Bracebridge
Adventure stories; New York (N.Y.) -- Juvenile fiction
"Don't call me your 'good fellow,'" said Jack, while the blood rushed
to his face.
"I shall call you what I please," exclaimed Lord Maltravers, with cool
insolence.
Jack controlled himself, and the two men stood glaring at one another.
Under no circumstances can men hate so intensely as when they are
rivals for the affections of a woman.
"Isn't it about time, Mr. Harkaway, that you returned to England?" said
Lord Maltravers, with his glass in his eye.
Jack gnashed his teeth.
"You are trying to insult me," he exclaimed.
"I hoped I had succeeded," was the reply.
"By Heaven you have," Jack cried, unable to control himself any longer.
Clinching his broad sledge-hammer fist, he stepped back a pace and
dealt the peer a heavy blow in the face.
Maltravers rolled over and fell on the floor.
Striding over his prostrate body with a contemptuous air, Jack quitted
the place.
When he reached home he found Harvey in the hall.
"I was waiting for you, Jack," he said. "Had any luck?"
"None at all."
"Couldn't you persuade the lady that you were better than that fellow
Maltravers?"
"No. She would obey her mother."
"Never mind. There are as good fish in the sea, as ever."
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE BRIDAL.
The day appointed for the marriage had at length arrived, and Lena Van
Hoosen was about as miserable a girl as there was to be found in New
York city.
With Lord Maltravers she could never be happy. But she thought it her
duty to sacrifice herself in deference to the wishes of her mother.
The marriage was arranged to take place in Mrs. Van Hoosen's house, at
five o'clock in the afternoon.
Only a few intimate friends of the family and some relatives had been
invited.
Alfred Van Hoosen at first refused to attend, but Lena begged him not
to keep away, and very reluctantly he consented to be on hand.
At half-past five Lord Maltravers arrived and apologized for the marks
on his face by saying that his horse had run away with him and that he
had been thrown in Central Park.
Lena paid very little attention to him, as he presented her with some
magnificent diamonds which her mother placed around her neck and
wrists, but not even a smile illumined her countenance, which was as
pale as death.
At length the clergyman arrived, and as the clock softly tinkled the
hour of five, the couple took their position, in front of him, and with
open book he commenced the ceremony.
Mrs. Van Hoosen was delighted, for her ambitious schemes now seemed on
the verge of being realized.
Indeed she was the only person in the room, except the guests, who
seemed at all happy.
Lord Maltravers was restless and uneasy, looking constantly toward the
door, as if he feared some interruption to the ceremony.
Alfred bit his lip and frowned, as he regarded Maltravers with anything
but a friendly air.
Scarcely had the clergyman read half a dozen lines when there was a
loud ring at the bell.
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