Black humor; Country life -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Scotland -- Fiction
"Talking of the drama, we had a miserable attempt at a sort of
bastard theatricals, at Mowbray's rat-gnawed mansion. There were two
things worth noticing--One, that I lost all the courage on which I
pique myself, and fairly fled from the pit, rather than present
myself before Miss Clara Mowbray, when it came to the push. And upon
this I pray you to remark, that I am a person of singular delicacy
and modesty, instead of being the Drawcansir and Daredevil that you
would make of me. The other memorabile is of a more delicate nature,
respecting the conduct of a certain fair lady, who seemed determined
to fling herself at my head. There is a wonderful degree of
freemasonry among us folk of spirit; and it is astonishing how soon
we can place ourselves on a footing with neglected wives and
discontented daughters. If you come not soon, one of the rewards
held out to you in my former letter, will certainly not be
forthcoming. No schoolboy keeps gingerbread, for his comrade,
without feeling a desire to nibble at it; so, if you appear not to
look after your own interest, say you had fair warning. For my own
part, I am rather embarrassed than gratified by the prospect of such
an affair, when I have on the tapis another of a different nature.
This enigma I will explain at meeting.
"Thus finishes my long communication. If my motives of action do not
appear explicit, think in what a maze fortune has involved me, and
how much must necessarily depend on the chapter of accidents.
"Yesterday I may be said to have opened my siege, for I presented
myself before Clara. I had no very flattering reception--that was of
little consequence, for I did not expect one. By alarming her fears,
I made an impression thus far, that she acquiesces in my appearing
before her as her brother's guest, and this is no small point
gained. She will become accustomed to look on me, and will remember
with less bitterness the trick which I played her formerly; while I,
on the other hand, by a similar force of habit, will get over
certain awkward feelings with which I have been compunctiously
visited whenever I look upon her.--Adieu! Health and brotherhood.
"Thine,
"ETHERINGTON."
FOOTNOTE:
[II-5] See Editor's Notes at the end of the Volume. Wherever a similar
reference occurs, the reader will understand that the same direction
applies.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE REPLY.
Thou bear'st a precious burden, gentle post,
Nitre and sulphur--See that it explode not!
_Old Play._
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