Kenelm Chillingly — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Kenelm Chillingly — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
English fiction -- 19th century
Having obtained this promise, Sir Peter went away, and ten minutes
after Mr. Chillingly Gordon entered the drawing-room. He had already
established a visiting acquaintance with the Traverses. Travers
had taken a liking to him. Mrs. Campion found him an extremely
well-informed, unaffected young man, very superior to young men in
general. Cecilia was cordially polite to Kenelm’s cousin. Altogether
that was a very happy day for Sir Peter. He enjoyed greatly his dinner
at the Garrick, where he met some old acquaintance and was presented to
some new “celebrities.” He observed that Gordon stood well with these
eminent persons. Though as yet undistinguished himself, they treated him
with a certain respect, as well as with evident liking. The most eminent
of them, at least the one with the most solidly established reputation,
said in Sir Peter’s ear, “You may be proud of your nephew Gordon!”
“He is not my nephew, only the son of a very distant cousin.”
“Sorry for that. But he will shed lustre on kinsfolk, however distant.
Clever fellow, yet popular; rare combination,--sure to rise.”
Sir Peter suppressed a gulp in the throat. “Ah, if some one as eminent
had spoken thus of Kenelm!”
But he was too generous to allow that half-envious sentiment to last
more than a moment. Why should he not be proud of any member of the
family who could irradiate the antique obscurity of the Chillingly race?
And how agreeable this clever young man made himself to Sir Peter!
The next day Gordon insisted on accompanying him to see the latest
acquisitions in the British Museum, and various other exhibitions, and
went at night to the Prince of Wales’s Theatre, where Sir Peter was
infinitely delighted with an admirable little comedy by Mr. Robertson,
admirably placed on the stage by Marie Wilton. The day after, when
Gordon called on him at his hotel, he cleared his throat, and thus
plunged at once into the communication he had hitherto delayed.
“Gordon, my boy, I owe you a debt, and I am now, thanks to Kenelm, able
to pay it.”
Gordon gave a little start of surprise, but remained silent.
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