Kissing the Rod: A Novel. (Vol. 2 of 3)Yates, Edmund
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Kissing the Rod: A Novel. (Vol. 2 of 3)
Yates, Edmund
England -- Fiction
There was her fate sitting opposite to her: with that man, with whom
she had not one thought in common, for whom she had, if any feeling at
all, rather a feeling of abhorrence--with him was the rest of her life
to be passed. He had bought and paid for her--paid for her? No! a
great deal of the purchase-money was yet to come, was to be placed at
her disposal; and she would take care that it was speedily spent.
It was some time, however, before she found an opportunity of spending
any of the large sum of pocket-money placed at her disposal by her
husband, so eagerly were all her wishes anticipated by him. Previous
to their marriage he had made his future bride many valuable
presents--of dressing-case, jewels, travelling-desk, and elegant
costly feminine nick-nacks--all of which had been examined, appraised,
and duly extolled by Mr. Guyon; and their bridal tour was almost as
expensive as a royal progress. In Robert Streightley the
_ober-kellner_ at the Hôtel Disch in Cologne found an easy prey, and
sold to him more wicker-covered bottles of the _eau_ than he had ever
previously palmed off upon any Englishman. All along the Rhine-border
the fiery cross was sent by couriers, and conductors of steam-boats,
and drivers of _eilwagens_; and the landlords of the hotels knew that
one of those _tolle Engländer_ who mind no expense was coming on, and
forthwith prices were trebled, and cellars were ransacked for the
precious wines, the Steinberger Cabinet and the Johannisberg, which
none but mad Englishmen ever pay for. No town which they stopped
at--and they stopped at nearly all, for the small amount of romance in
Katharine's nature was roused by the sight of the castles and crags,
of which in her school-girl days she had so often read; and it was the
nearest approach to pleasure which she could experience to push aside
actual practical life and he dreaming of the past--no town which they
stopped at was so poor as not to furnish some trophy for Robert
Streightley to lay at his bride's feet. Accompanied by the courier,
who made cent per cent upon every transaction, he would go blundering
through the narrow streets, looking through the windows at the wares
displayed in them, rushing in here and there, and making wild and
incongruous purchases, to the intense astonishment of the pipe-smoking
burghers, all unaccustomed to such energy. Robert Streightley's
greatest pleasure seemed to lie in purchasing presents for his wife;
and when they reached Frankfort he was never out of the jewellers'
shops on the Zeil, and his courier's whole day was taken up in running
to and fro with little packets of hirschhorn and coral trinkets.
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