Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary BiographyOliphant, Laurence
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Piccadilly: A Fragment of Contemporary Biography
Oliphant, Laurence
Piccadilly (London, England) -- Fiction
"I will take the responsibility on myself," I said; "and believe me, I
would not urge it if I was not perfectly certain that I was doing what
is right. Remember how many times I have blindly followed your advice. I
only ask you this once to follow mine, and secure your own happiness."
The temptation was too strong, and Grandon yielded; but it was with a
reluctant, doubtful step that he approached the door he had not this
year ventured to enter. It was opened by Drippings, and I took the
opportunity of having a little private conversation with him in the
hall, in the course of which it was arranged that he should exchange her
ladyship's service for mine, and accompany me to America: the truth is,
I proposed settling him there, and making him send for his wife and
family. He knew too much of Lady Broadhem's affairs to be at all a
desirable domestic either to herself or to her friends in this country.
"Lady Broadhem is in her own sitting-room, my lord," said Drippings;
"shall I show your lordship up to her?"
"No; if there is nobody in the drawing-room, take us there first. Now,
Grandon, I will send for you when you are wanted; keep quiet, and don't
get impatient;" and I left him and knocked at Lady Broadhem's door.
The events of the last twenty-four hours had told upon her, and the old
wrinkles had come back, with several new ones. She was at that critical
age when a great grief or anxiety can make an elderly person antiquated
in a night--just as hair will turn grey in a few hours. She put out her
hand without speaking, but with an expression of resignation which
seemed to say, "I acknowledge myself beaten; be a brute or anything else
you like; trample upon me, pray--I am down without the possibility of
retaliating, but you will get very little sport out of me; badger me if
you like, I don't mean to show fight." All this I read in her face as
plainly as if she had said it; and I thought this a moment when
generosity on the part of the victor will prove one to be a true
strategist; and no one will appreciate it more than Lady Broadhem. With
great gentleness, and without allowing a shade of self-satisfaction to
cross my face or to penetrate my tones, I told her how I had propitiated
Bodwinkle, banished Chundango, provided for Drippings, and succeeded at
last in placing her affairs generally on a sound footing.
"Your genius will never be appreciated by the world, Frank," she said,
smiling half ironically, half sadly.
"I am quite aware of that," I replied; "nor will this record of my
experiences in it--except by you and one or two others who know how true
it is. And now, Lady Broadhem, you know the wish which is nearest my
heart, but which I don't venture to put in words,"--and I held out my
hand.
"Yes," she said--and I saw the slender nostril dilate with the effort it
cost her to yield the point upon which she had been so long
inflexible--"you want my consent to Ursula's marriage with Grandon. I
give it."
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