English fiction -- 19th century; Ireland -- Fiction; Short stories, English
On the evening of the wedding-day, about the hour of ten o’clock, Neal,
whose spirits were uncommonly exalted, for his heart luxuriated within
him, danced with his bridesmaid; after the dance he sat beside her, and
got eloquent in praise of her beauty; and it is said, too, that he
whispered to her and chucked her chin with considerable gallantry. The
_tête-à-tête_ continued for some time without exciting particular
attention, with one exception; but _that_ exception was worth a whole
chapter of general rules. Mrs. Malone rose up, then sat down again and
took off a glass of the native; she got up a second time; all the wife
rushed upon her heart. She approached them, and, in a fit of the most
exquisite sensibility, knocked the bridesmaid down, and gave the tailor
a kick of affecting pathos upon the inexpressibles. The whole scene was
a touching one on both sides. The tailor was sent on all-fours to the
floor, but Mrs. Malone took him quietly up, put him under her arm as one
would a lap-dog, and with stately step marched away to the connubial
apartment, in which everything remained very quiet for the rest of the
night.
The next morning Mr. O’Connor presented himself to congratulate the
tailor on his happiness. Neal, as his friend, shook hands with him, gave
the schoolmaster’s fingers a slight squeeze, such as a man gives who
would gently entreat your sympathy. The schoolmaster looked at him, and
thought he shook his head. Of this, however, he could not be certain;
for, as he shook his own during the moment of observation, he concluded
that it might be a mere mistake of the eye, or, perhaps, the result of a
mind predisposed to be credulous on the subject of shaking heads.
We wish it were in our power to draw a veil, or curtain, or blind of
some description, over the remnant of the tailor’s narrative that is to
follow; but as it is the duty of every faithful historian to give the
secret causes of appearances which the world in general does not
understand, so we think it but honest to go on, impartially and
faithfully, without shrinking from the responsibility that is frequently
annexed to truth.
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