The Cameronians: A Novel, Volume 3 (of 3)Grant, James
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The Cameronians: A Novel, Volume 3 (of 3)
Grant, James
Fiction
And Sir Piers heard her, ever and anon, making such remarks as this,
without according the angry response they would once infallibly have
elicited; while to Mary the relief was inexpressible! But meantime,
where was Cecil now? This question was ever in her mind, causing an
aching, gnawing anxiety there, amounting to positive physical pain;
and she heard it daily on the lips of all around her, Hew excepted;
and once in his cups the latter expressed to John Balderstone a
fierce hope that the absent heir might be----'
'Stop, sir!' cried John; 'where?'
'Oh, anywhere,' replied Hew, with an angry gloom in his
bilious-looking eyes; 'I am not particular as to climate, or
locality.'
So far as Mary was concerned, his occupation was gone, like his hopes
of everything now; and, gentle and tender though she was, Mary,
remembering all the past, could feel no pity for him.
'Dear old Snarley!' she once exclaimed, catching up her pet terrier,
and then talking at Hew; 'you, at least, have always loved me for
myself alone--no thought have you of fortunes or acres, of rent-rolls
and bank-notes; you would rather have a marrow-bone, than
all--wouldn't you, my darling doggie?'
And Hew eyed her, and the dog too, viciously. He could no longer, as
before, coarsely and vulgarly, taunt Mary with the obscurity of
Cecil's birth, now that it was proved beyond all doubt to be superior
to his own; neither could he avail himself now, as before, of the
general's countenance and support, since his rival was the real heir
of line and entail; while he was but a penniless dependent.
How bitterly and unwillingly, again and again, he anathematised the
hour, in which that--to him--fatal packet was so inopportunely
discovered by John Balderstone, and its blighting contents brought to
light!
Had it only, by fate, been left forgotten, unknown in its place of
concealment, for a year or so more, all might have gone well with
him; but now--now--he could only curse heavily and grind his teeth in
the impotency of his wrath and the deep bitterness of his
disappointment.
'All the world's a stage, and the men and women only players;' but he
who had played the deliberate villain in the drama of Cecil's life as
yet, was still unmasked, and Hew grinned with malicious triumph as he
thought of that.
The generous Sir Piers felt that he owed Hew some reparation for the
loss of his Indian appointment, and the heavy blight that had fallen
on all the prospects once before him; and he hoped that if Hew would
only settle down to work and study, that something--he knew not
precisely what--might be done for him yet; but Hew, exasperated by
the trick fortune had played him, and the humiliating change in his
position, had taken heavily to the bottle of late, and his naturally
savage nature became at times inflamed to the verge of madness.
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