John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. I.Cumberland, Richard
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John de Lancaster: a novel; vol. I.
Cumberland, Richard
Wales, North -- Fiction
Were they practicable for the coach to pass with safety? The coach
might pass in perfect safety, for though the snow laid on the
mountains, the road was clear, and he saw no danger. The report was
satisfactory; the servant was dismissed, and the coachman summoned: upon
enquiry made as to matters within his department, every thing thereunto
appertaining, horses and carriage, were ready for the start. Cecilia was
now called into council, and the important project was announced to her:
It occasioned some surprise to her at first on account of its uncommon
spirit and vivacity, but she gave it no opposition, nor even moved the
previous question--The kindness of the motive, and care for her dear
father’s safety, occupied her gentle thoughts:--Were the roads safe, and
would he go alone? The roads were safe, and as he wished to have some
private talk with his brother Morgan upon family affairs, he would go
alone, and return to her on the next day.
It was resolved: the grand affair was settled: the solemn fiat was
announced; the note of preparation was sounded through all the lower
regions of the castle, and echoed through the range of stables--Our
master goes to-morrow to Glen-Morgan, and will stay out a whole night!
When tidings of this extraordinary event were announced to Colonel
Wilson, he was in the common parlour, and had sate down to chess with
Mr. Philip De Lancaster, who took much content in that narcotic game, of
which however he scarce understood a single principle. Going to
Glen-Morgan, cried Wilson! this is news indeed: I am astonished.--I am
cheque-mated, said Philip; I cannot move a man.--By Heavens! but I am
moved with pleasure and surprise, exclaimed Wilson, to hear that your
good father meditates a visit to Glen-Morgan.--It is not above twenty
miles, said the other, and the coach is easy; he may sleep in it all the
way.--The devil he may, rejoined Wilson: You might as well expect the
coachman to fall asleep.--That is not impossible, said Philip, he is
very fat and drowsy. But now I think of it, I’ll go and angle for some
perch: I shall like to send my father-in-law a few fish of my own
catching.
Do so, cried Wilson: you can stand still and catch them.--With these
words he stumped out of the room, and turning into the library, where De
Lancaster was sitting--I come to congratulate you, said he, as he
entered, upon the resolution you have taken. It will warm the heart of
my old friend Morgan to be flattered with a visit from the man in all
the world he most esteems and honours.
If it will give him any pleasure, I shall not regret my pains.
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