Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 1 (of 3) — John Shaqi
Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 1 (of 3)Scargill, William Pitt
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Penelope : $b or, Love's labour lost. A novel. Volume 1 (of 3)
Scargill, William Pitt
England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
“Oh!--ay--right: I am very sorry to tell you that the poor man is very
ill. That is, so I understand--I sent immediately for my physician,
and I also said that, if it were necessary, I myself would go down to
the rectory and see the good man. He will be a very great loss to the
village. The poor people are very much attached to him, and I believe
he is very conscientiously attentive to his duties. We must do all we
can for him.”
“Certainly, we must. I am sure I should be extremely sorry to lose
him. What is the nature of his complaint? I was at the rectory last
night, and he seemed perfectly well.”
“They tell me,” replied the Earl, “that it is a fit of apoplexy,
and that the poor man is in a state of total insensibility. I would
certainly go down and see him, late as it is, if I thought it would do
him any good. I shall hear what my physician says.”
“If you will give me leave, sir, I will walk down to the rectory, and
bring you word how the doctor is. That will save you the necessity of
going out so late.”
“Very good, very good, do so, I am anxious to hear some more particular
account.”
Lord Spoonbill then departed for the rectory. And, when having heard
what was the nature of the rector’s illness, he had reason to apprehend
that the hand of death was upon him, the young lord was more deeply
moved. He really did make anxious haste to the parsonage. It is a great
pity that he did not pay more attention to these frequent admonitions
which he received as it were from his better genius, and by which he
was reminded that good principles were not altogether foreign to his
nature; but he resisted them--he felt “a dread of shame among the
spirits beneath.”
CHAPTER VI.
When his lordship arrived at the rectory, he found the door standing
open, and the lower apartments of the house deserted. While he was
hesitating whether he should seek his way to the doctor’s apartment,
one of the domestics made her appearance, and his lordship very
earnestly inquired after the afflicted pastor. With deep and unaffected
feeling she replied, that her dear master was very, very ill, and with
increased emotion continued--
“Oh, my lord, if you will see him, perhaps he may know you--he may try
to speak.”
“Certainly I will see him. How long is it since he was taken?”
“Only two hours, my lord. He was quite well this afternoon at five
o’clock, and then he went into his study, where he always goes about
that time, and we heard nothing of him till about two hours since; his
bell rang, and I went, your lordship, to see what my master wanted, and
there I saw him sitting in his great chair quite speechless.”
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