Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
She played me a tune accordingly, and horrid work she made of it; but,
as she did her best, I praised her, and that pleased her. She then,
to show me that she was accomplished, introduced me to divers bits of
paper with colours on them, which she told me were drawings, and, as I
knew but little of such things, I took her word for it; after which she
exhibited some two or three dozen handsome-looking volumes in French
and Italian, of which languages I knew no more than dandies in general;
and for that reason I told her such things were now considered bores,
and left to children and schoolmasters.
I perceived we were to have a tête-à-tête of it, and I began to suspect
the lassie knew so when she invited me. When this idea entered my
mind, I felt a little indignant; yet it was diverting to think of her
simplicity. I thought I would amuse myself with her a little while, and
unbend from the austerity of dignity, which seemed to gratify her most.
In this humour I permitted myself to be merry and easy; and having
romped with her one way and another, much to her delight, I at last
seized upon her, and gave her a buss; whereupon she acted pretty much
as my cousin Pattie had done before her,--that is, she laughed, and
blushed, and cried "Oh la!" but looking all the time any thing but
incensed.
In short, my condescension affected her to that degree, that she
began to treat me as her most undoubted friend; and, in the height
of her confidence, informed me that she was just eighteen years old,
minus two months (the very age of my cousin Pattie); that she was
her father's favourite (as far as any one could be the favourite of
such a curmudgeon); and that besides her fine expectations from him,
she enjoyed in her own right a fortune of twenty thousand dollars--a
bequest from some old aunt or other--which she would come into
possession of as soon as the aforesaid two months and a few odd days
had expired.
This was news that affected me very strongly; and had her father been
a gentleman, all things considered, I believe I should have made her a
declaration on the spot.
As it was, I felt my soul growing tender towards her; for though twenty
thousand dollars was but a small sum, it was, if I could take her word
for it, certain; which was not yet the case with any of my cousin
Pattie's expectations. However, before I could digest the information,
we were surprised by the turning of a dead-latch key in the front
door, and Alicia cried, with a tone of disappointment, "Oh la! it is
papa!"--And so it was.
The old gentleman looked upon the open piano, and the books and
drawings upon the table, with surprise, and then upon me with
uneasiness.
"Mr. Dawkins has been waiting, papa," said Alicia.
"Humph!" said old Goldfist, and pointed her to the door. She stole me a
look, and, as she passed out, raised her hand archly to her lips. She
was rather free, I confess; but she had lived a secluded life, and knew
no better.
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