Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary BiographyOliphant, Laurence
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Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary Biography
Oliphant, Laurence
Piccadilly (London, England) -- Fiction
"It made itself up, as it always does," I said, laughing. "It never puts
me in the painful position of having to decide, but takes its own line
at once. I am going to America by the next steamer." Now, when I tell my
readers that when I began to talk to Grandon I had no intention whatever
of going to America, they will be able to form some idea, if they have
not done so already, of what a funny mind mine is. It came upon me with
the irresistible force of an inspiration, and from that moment I was
morally booked and bound at all hazards to go.
Grandon knew me so well that he was less surprised than he might have
been, and only sighed deeply. He felt at that moment that there was
something hopelessly wrong about me. He had been so often encouraged by
a certain steadiness which I maintained for some time, and which led him
to think me changed, and so often disappointed; for when he least
expected it I broke the slender fetters of common-sense and
conventionalism, which he and society between them had woven round me,
and went off at a tangent.
"Never mind, old fellow," I said, laughing, "there is no use sighing
over me. I have pleasures and satisfactions arising from within that I
should not have if I was like everybody else. Now, for instance:"--and
the eagerness and turmoil which my new project excited within me seemed
to reduce every other consideration to insignificance, for I began to
feel conscious that, somehow or other, though I had often been in
America before, this time it was to be to me a newer world than ever.
"Are you going alone?" said Grandon; for I had not finished my sentence.
"No," I said; and I guessed who my companion was to be, though no words
had been exchanged between us.
"Who IS going with you?" he asked, wonderingly, for my manner struck
him, and I scarcely heard his question, so wrapt at that instance seemed
all my faculties. I think I fell asleep and dreamt, but I can't recall
exactly what I seemed to see. Grandon was shaking me, I thought, in the
most heartless manner, and I told him as much when I opened my eyes. The
fact was, I was a little knocked up with excitement; but I would not go
and lie down till he promised me to stand for Dunderhead. Then I went to
bed, and did not get up till the lamps were being lighted in Piccadilly.
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