England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories, English
"Gentleman Wanted. The traveller who got out of the Birmingham train
at Worcester railway-station on the 19th of last October, towards the
close of the afternoon, and who spoke to a gentleman on the platform
respecting the trains to Evesham and to Cheltenham, and who was
subsequently overtaken a little way out of Worcester by the same
gentleman and given a few miles' lift in his gig, and was put down in
a cross-country lane to continue his walk to Evesham: this traveller
is earnestly requested to give an address where he may be communicated
with, to Alfred St. George, Esquire, Timberdale, Worcester. By doing
so, he will be conferring a great favour."
For two long weeks the advertisements brought forth no reply. At the
end of that time there came to Mr. St. George a post-letter, short and
sweet.
"Tell me what I am wanted for.--R. W."
It was dated Post Office, Cheltenham. To the Post Office, Cheltenham,
St. George, consulting with Mr. Delorane, wrote a brief explanation.
That he (R. W.) had been mistaken by some people who saw him that night
in the gig, for a gentleman named Brook, a native of Timberdale, who
had been missing since about that time. This, as R. W. might perceive,
was not pleasant for himself, St. George; and he begged R. W. to come
forward and set the erroneous idea at rest, or to state where he could
be seen. Expenses, if any, would be cheerfully paid.
This letter brought forth the following answer:--
"DEAR SIR,
"I regret that your courtesy to me that stormy night should have
led to misapprehension. I the more regret it that I am not able
to comply with your request to come forward. At present that is
impossible. The truth is, I am, and have been for some months now,
lying under a cloud, partly through my own credulous fault, chiefly
through the designing faults of another man, and I dare not show
myself. It may be many more months yet before I am cleared: that I
shall be, in time, there exists no doubt, and I shall then gladly
bear personal testimony to the fact that it was I myself who was
with you. Meanwhile, perhaps the following statement will suffice:
which I declare upon my honour to be true.
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