Modern literature: a novel, Volume 1 (of 3)Bisset, Robert
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Modern literature: a novel, Volume 1 (of 3)
Bisset, Robert
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction
farther illuminated and inflamed by the liquor that he had drunk. His
neck, naturally long, now manifested the full dimensions, as from the
heat he had been induced to take off his cravat, and to unbutton his
shirt. Thus easy and disengaged about the throat, still retaining the
outward semblance of methodism, his breast was adorned with a band,
stiff, straight, and perpendicular. This holy teacher of the new light
having made his way into the parlour, to the astonishment of all to
whom he was a stranger, and to the amazement of Etterick, accosted that
gentleman; “Laird, I am come to bring you home, that we may settle our
accounts together; I have taken every thing into consideration, and
have determined how all matters are to be settled: but who are all
these good people in the room?” On being introduced successively, he
thought it incumbent on him to pay his best compliments. Addressing
Miss Hamilton, our hero’s sister, with an expression of mixed
impudence, drollery, and folly, he looked in her face and said, “So
you’re cousin-german to my spouse Sukey: well, you are a sweet little
angel; if I had you instead of her, I should not have looked abroad.
Did you ever see your cousin, my dear?”--“Yes, sir.”--“I don’t suppose
you think her a great beauty; but how the devil should she with such
a father and mother?” Our hero endeavoured to change this discourse,
and at last succeeded; and O’Rourke happening to sit down near old
Mr. Wentbridge, asked him whether he had not e’er a barrel of good
ale among his other tithe pigs. A jug was produced, which gave him
perfect satisfaction. At supper Mr. O’Rourke unfolded the purposes of
his journey; he proposed, he said, to take the estates into his own
possession; he would act very generous. The whole property was not
more than three thousand five hundred a year; he would content himself
with the three thousand, and allow, as he expressed himself, the
five hundred to the proprietor during life. The rest of the company,
considering this modest proposition as the effect of intoxication,
suffered it to pass without remark. The next morning, Mr. O’Rourke
being now refreshed by sleep, and exempt from the fumes of liquor,
though still possessed by the maggots of folly, applied to the laird,
and seriously proposed to him to relinquish his estate, and retire upon
an annuity. It was, he said, much more becoming that a young man in the
vigour of life should enjoy such a property, than an old man with one
foot in the grave. The laird, though totally unmoved by this reasoning,
yet standing in some awe of O’Rourke, very mildly informed him, that if
he would open his pretensions to the colonel, or his son William, he
would receive a complete answer, as they were entirely in the secret
of all his plans and intentions. “I don’t see,” said O’Rourke, “any
business they have with it. You have acted like a fool as you always do
in trusting any one but me.” The laird, whose quietness was the result
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