Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary BiographyOliphant, Laurence
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Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary Biography
Oliphant, Laurence
Piccadilly (London, England) -- Fiction
The result of such irregular hours was that I was in bed next morning
when Spiffy Goldtip knocked at my bedroom-door. He had worked very hard
in Lady Broadhem's interest, and explained to me the scheme which he had
arranged with Bodwinkle, by means of which, at a very considerable
sacrifice of my own capital, I could start Lady Broadhem and her son
afresh in the world, on a very limited income, but devoid of
encumbrances of a threatening or embarrassing nature. I would far rather
have invested the same amount in securing a larger income to Grandon and
Ursula, if they were ever destined to be united; but I knew that, in the
first place, nothing would induce them to take it from me; and in the
second, that I could only even now hope to extort Lady Broadhem's
consent to the match by the prospect I was enabled to hold out to her of
a period of financial repose. After all, my own wants were moderate, and
£15,000 a-year satisfied them as well as £20,000.
"We accomplished great things yesterday," said Spiffy, rubbing his hands
gleefully, for he had himself benefited by the settlement above alluded
to. "When I showed Bodwinkle that we could make the Scilly boroughs a
certainty, he behaved like a gentleman, and our friend Chundango is to
go out to Bombay by the next mail, under more favourable conditions than
he could have possibly expected. Of course I shall retire from
contesting Shuffleborough to the more congenial atmosphere of Homburg.
Heigho!" sighed Spiffy, "I have gone through a good deal of wear and
tear this season, and want to recruit."
I got rid of Spiffy as soon as I had heard what he had to say, and I was
so satisfied with his intelligence that I determined at once to see
Grandon, and to take him with me to Lady Broadhem's. "Grandon," I said,
abruptly entering his room, "I want you to come with me at once to
Grosvenor Square."
"Did Lady Broadhem tell you to ask me?" He looked up with such a sad,
wistful gaze as he said this, that my heart melted towards him, for I
felt I had spoken roughly; so I drew a chair close to him, and, sitting
by his side, placed my arm in his as we did in the old school-days.
"My dear old fellow, the moment is come for you to prove your friendship
by trusting me thoroughly. I know how rudely Lady Broadhem has always
behaved to you whenever you have met--I know how my conduct has
perplexed and grieved you. Well, now, I have come to ask you to forgive
us both."
"I have nothing to forgive; but it would be an utter want of taste in me
to go there unless she expects me, and wishes to see me, and I can
hardly hope that," he said, with a forced smile.
For a moment I doubted whether I dared to risk it, but I had placed Lady
Broadhem in a position upon which I could venture a good deal, and I
longed for the triumph and gratification of enjoying the success of my
own handiwork. It would be a triumph full of alloy, but I wanted to see
how much I could achieve and--bear; so my hesitation vanished.
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