East Anglia (England) -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
So they went into the drawing-room, where Emma sang a little, sweetly enough;
and after she had bidden them good-night they adjourned to the study to smoke
and drink weak whiskies-and-sodas. Here Mr. Levinger was the talker and Henry
the listener, and it seemed to the latter that he had rarely met a man with so
much knowledge and power of observation, or one who could bring these to bear
in a more interesting manner upon whatever subject he chanced to be discussing.
His intellect was keen, his knowledge of life and men large and varied, and he
seemed to know every book worth reading, and, what is more, to remember its
contents.
Thus Henry’s first evening at Monk’s Lodge passed very pleasantly,
and as his visit began so it went on and ended. In the daytime he would take
his gun, and, accompanied by Mr. Levinger on a pony and by an old man, half
bailiff and half gamekeeper, would limp through the bracken in search of
partridges and rabbits, an occupation in which he took great delight, although
he was still too lame to follow it for long at a time.
Failing the shooting, his host organised some expedition to visit a distant
church or earthwork, and accompanied by Emma they drove for hours through the
mellow September afternoon. Or sometimes they sat upon the beach beneath the
cliff, chatting idly on everything under heaven; or, if it chanced to rain,
they would take refuge in the study and examine Mr. Levinger’s collection
of coins, ancient weapons and other antiquities.
Then at last arrived the dinner-hour, and another delightful evening would be
added to the number of those that had gone. Before he had been in the house a
week, Henry felt a different man; indeed, had any one told him, when he came to
Monk’s Lodge, that he was about to enjoy himself so much, he would not
have believed it. He could see also that both Mr. Levinger and his daughter
were glad that he should be there. At first Emma was a little stiff in her
manner towards him, but by degrees this wore off, and he found himself day by
day growing more friendly with her.
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