Jilted! Or, My Uncle's Scheme, Volume 1Russell, William Clark
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Jilted! Or, My Uncle's Scheme, Volume 1
Russell, William Clark
English fiction -- 19th century
“Is that Updown?” I asked. The coachman said it was. I gazed at it with
interest. Distance softened all rude and commonplace details, and, in
the silver sunshine, the town looked fairy-like. The central street,
which ran straight as a line through the heart of the valley, was made
wonderfully picturesque by a great archway. We branched off just as we
were getting near enough to see the houses distinctly, and, in about
ten minutes, drove through a gate, along a pleasant avenue, and stopped
before an exceedingly pretty house, with gleaming conservatories on
either side, and hedged about with a great profusion of shrubbery. I
saw a girl’s face at one of the windows, and, in a moment or two, the
door was thrown open, and forth stepped--my uncle: a spare, dry-faced
man, with very high shirt-collars, and a very shiny black satin cravat,
and dressed in a suit of shepherd’s plaid. Of course I had no idea who
he was, for there was no more resemblance between him and my father
than there was between his coachman and me. But the moment he smiled, I
knew he must be a Hargrave.
I got out of the phaeton, and he came up to me, and took my hand, and
held it without speaking, whilst he ran his eye over me.
“And _you_ are Charlie, are you?” cried he, not letting go my hand,
but, on the contrary, proceeding to shake it slowly and persistently.
“Good heaven! how old the world must be getting! Why, it was only the
other day that you came up to my knee, and now, egad! it seems as if I
only came up to yours! Do you remember me?”
“Very faintly,” said I. “You came to Longueville once, when I was at
school.”
“Yes--yes! and I got you a half-holiday, and you wheedled a half-crown
out of me! ha! ha! and how’s my brother, the major? Does he ever mean
to come and see me?... But what do _I_ mean by keeping you standing
here? Hi! James, carry Mr. Hargrave’s portmanteau into the hall.”
And catching me by the arm, he led me up the steps, and through the
hall into a drawing-room full of flowers and china--so it appeared to
me--calling “Conny! Conny!” loudly as we passed in.
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