Pelham — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Pelham — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Adventure stories; English fiction -- 19th century; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Fraught with these ideas, I wrote to my uncle a sincere and warm letter
of congratulation. His answer was, like himself, kind, affectionate, and
generous: it informed me that he had already made over to me the annual
sum of one thousand pounds; and that in case of his having a lineal
heir, he had, moreover, settled upon me, after his death, two thousand
a-year. He ended by assuring me, that his only regret at marrying a lady
who, in all respects, was above all women, calculated to make him happy,
was his unfeigned reluctance to deprive me of a station, which (he was
pleased to say), I not only deserved, but should adorn.
Upon receiving this letter, I was sensibly affected with my uncle’s
kindness; and so far from repining at his choice, I most heartily wished
him every blessing it could afford him, even though an heir to the
titles of Glenmorris were one of them.
I protracted my stay at Malvern some weeks longer than I had intended;
the circumstance which had wrought so great a change in my fortune,
wrought no less powerfully on my character. I became more thoughtfully
and solidly ambitious. Instead of wasting my time in idle regrets at the
station I had lost, I rather resolved to carve out for myself one still
loftier and more universally acknowledged. I determined to exercise, to
their utmost, the little ability and knowledge I possessed; and while
the increase of income, derived from my uncle’s generosity, furnished me
with what was necessary for my luxury, I was resolved that it should not
encourage me in the indulgence of my indolence.
In this mood, and with these intentions, I repaired to the metropolis.
VOLUME IV.
CHAPTER XLIV.
Cum pulchris tunicis sumet nova consilia et spes.--Horace.
And look always that they be shape, What garment that thou shalt make Of
him that can best do With all that pertaineth thereto.--Romaunt of the
Rose
How well I can remember the feelings with which I entered London, and
took possession of the apartments prepared for me at Mivart’s. A year
had made a vast alteration in my mind; I had ceased to regard pleasure
for its own sake, I rather coveted its enjoyments, as the great sources
of worldly distinction. I was not the less a coxcomb than heretofore,
nor the less a voluptuary, nor the less choice in my perfumes, nor the
less fastidious in my horses and my dress; but I viewed these matters
in a light wholly different from that in which I had hitherto regarded
them. Beneath all the carelessness of my exterior, my mind was close,
keen, and inquiring; and under the affectations of foppery, and the
levity of a manner almost unique, for the effeminacy of its tone, I
veiled an ambition the most extensive in its object, and a resolution
the most daring in the accomplishment of its means.
I was still lounging over my breakfast, on the second morning of my
arrival, when Mr. N--, the tailor, was announced.
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