Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 2/2Payn, James
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Lost Sir Massingberd: A Romance of Real Life. v. 2/2
Payn, James
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"Bravo, Peter," quoth Mr. Gerard, set in the warm glow of the
dining-room, which gleamed forth from the open door behind him. "If he
is so complimentary in a thorough draught, what a mirror of courtesy
will he be when he gets thawed! Come in, my dear Mr. Long; come in to
the warm. No east wind ever brought people more good, than this which
brings you two to us. Lucy...--Ah, that's right; she has gone to order
the dinner to be rechaufféd. Now, do you travellers answer no man one
word, but go make yourselves comfortable--you have your old rooms, of
course--and then come down at once to food and fire. Marmaduke, my dear
boy, you keep me company here, please; otherwise, you will delay Peter,
with your gossip, I know."
That was a sentence with a purpose in it. If, as Mr. Gerard at once
guessed, we had come up to town on business connected with Sir
Massingberd, it might be advisable that I should not be interrogated by
Marmaduke privately. For my part, I was greatly relieved by it, since I
had no desire to be the person to communicate bad tidings--for such I
knew he would consider them--to my friend a second time. My spirits had
risen somewhat with the warmth of our reception; it is not a little to
have honest friends, and welcome unmistakable in hand and voice and eye.
There is many a man who goes smoothly through the world by help of these
alone, and only at times sighs for the love that but one could have
given him, and which has been bestowed by her elsewhere. When I got
down into the dining-room, a minute or two before my tutor, I was
received by quite a chorus of kind voices--a very tumult of hospitable
greeting.
"Warm your toes, Peter--warm your toes; you shall have a glass of sherry
worth drinking directly," cried Mr. Gerard, all in a breath.
"Yes, Peter, you and I will have a glass together," exclaimed Marmaduke,
eagerly.
"Stop for 'the particular'--stop for the green seal: it will be here in
a minute," entreated the host.
"No, no," returned Marmaduke; "I must drink his health at once. Cowslip
wine, if I drank it with Peter, would be better to me than
Johannisberg."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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