The bride's fate: The sequel to "The changed brides"Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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The bride's fate: The sequel to "The changed brides"
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
But being assured that his slaves could not procure shrimps for him, he
seemed to divine that even despots cannot compel people to perform
impossibilities, and also being very hungry, he ate his bread and milk.
When Lenny had finished his meal, the party separated and went to their
bedrooms to lie down for an hour or two. They did not expect to sleep,
but they slept—so soundly that they did not awake until some time after
seven o’clock, when a waiter rapped at General Lyon’s door to take his
orders about the breakfast.
The General referred him for instructions to Mrs. Hammond.
And soon the whole party, much refreshed by their sleep, assembled in
the private parlor for breakfast.
It was after eight, however, before it was finally set upon the table.
There were fine Mocha coffee, English breakfast tea, rich cream, sweet
butter, fresh eggs, broiled ham and broiled pigeons, light bread, toast
and muffins.
For a few minutes our famished travelers were so closely engaged in
discussing these delicacies, that not a word was wasted upon any other
subject than their meal. But after they had all eaten and were
satisfied, they began to talk of their immediate plans of enjoyment. The
great city held out a thousand attractions to strangers. It was an
“embarrassment of riches” in the sight-seeing line that troubled them.
“Where shall we go first?” was the great question.
Various answers were returned.
“To the Royal Academy.”
“To Westminster Abbey.”
“To the Tower.”
“The British Museum.”
“St. Paul’s Cathedral.”
“The Zoological Gardens.”
These were a few of the suggestions offered; but as the three young
people spoke at once, it was impossible for their elder and arbitrator
to know who favor what.
“I think, upon reflection,” he said, at length, “that we had better not
attempt any of those great sights just now. To see either one of them
well would be an exhausting day’s work; and we wish to be fresh for the
Derby to-morrow. The Derby, my children! Come! we shall have time enough
to see everything else afterwards. But we can only see the Derby
to-morrow; so to-day, I think, we will just take a fly and drive around
and leave some of our letters of introduction, with our present address.
What do you say to that plan?”
As the plan was of the General’s devising, all agreed to it.
A fly was ordered, and the ladies retired to change their dresses for
the drive.
Drusilla was the most expeditious with her toilet. She soon returned to
the parlor fully equipped for her drive.
Little Lenny, in charge of his nurse, was standing within the recess of
the front window, dancing with delight at something he saw outside.
Drusilla heard a pair of shrill, cracked voices in apparent conflict
below.
“Hee! hee! Doosil—hee!” shouted the child.
Drusilla approached, and witnessed for the first time the renowned Punch
and Judy show.
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