American fiction -- 19th century; London (England) -- Fiction
“I beg your pardon sir,” rejoined the old gentleman, “but we took the
liberty of following close behind you all through the last two long
hallways. You were apparently so engrossed with your subject that our
proximity escaped your attention, but we have listened with the deepest
interest, and I may say improvement as well, to everything which has
fallen from your lips. I have thus, sir, been able to form an estimate
of your individual characteristics not less than of your acquirements.
I may add, sir, that I am especially impressed by the fact that my
daughter, from first to last, displayed an exceptional eagerness to
miss nothing of your discourse. As the principal object of my visit to
Europe, as, indeed, of my whole existence, is to provide the highest
forms of intellectual pleasure and edification for my daughter, I cannot
close my eyes to the discovery that your remarks upon Assyrian history
produced a much more profound impression upon her young mind than
anything which it has been within the scope of my own diminishing powers
to produce for her consideration. I have rarely seen her so absorbed,
even at our best lectures.”
David stifled a yawn, and made a little bow in which, as he turned, he
strove to include the young American lady whoso culture was the object
of so much solicitude. His movement surprised upon her countenance an
expression of scornful weariness, which seemed to render the whole face
alert and luminous with feeling. At sight of his eyes, her sultana-like
features composed themselves again to an almost stolid tranquillity. She
regarded him with indolence for an instant, then looked calmly away
at things in general. There was to be read in that transient glance a
challenge which stirred his blood.
“Well, what you say is, beyond doubt, flattering,” he remarked to the
father, in a slightly altered voice. “It might be that--that I could
find some one for you.”
The old gentleman bowed ceremoniously. “Permit me to say, sir, that I
have found the some one--a person possessing unique qualifications for
the position which I have outlined. I need nothing now but the power
to influence his decision in a manner favourable to my aspirations.” He
turned to Vestalia. “I am emboldened, madame, to crave your assistance
in reconciling your husband to my project.”
Vestalia’s hand fluttered sharply on David’s arm, and she parted her
lips to speak. At the moment, there was audible a derisive sniff from
the daughter.
“It is my rule never to interfere,” Vestalia answered with sudden
decision, and in a coldly distinct voice. “He is quite capable of
settling such matters for himself.” She looked from father to daughter
and back with an impressive eye.
Mosscrop laughed uneasily. “Well--I’m afraid you must take it that
this is settled--I scarcely see my way to avail myself of your very
complimentary offer.”
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