The Curse of Carne's Hold: A Tale of AdventureHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
The Curse of Carne's Hold: A Tale of Adventure
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
South Africa -- History -- Frontier Wars, 1811-1878 -- Juvenile fiction
"Mind, you fellows must catch the seven o'clock train, or else you will
be too late. There will be eight miles to drive; I will have a trap
there to meet you, and you won't be there long before the others begin
to arrive. We are not fashionable in our part of the county. We shall
have enough partners for you to begin to dance by half-past nine, and I
can promise you as pretty partners as you can find in any ball-room in
England. When you have been quartered here a bit longer you will be
ready to admit the truth of the general opinion, that, in point of
pretty women, Devonshire can hold its own against any county in
England. No, there is no fear whatever of your coming in too great
strength. Of course, in Plymouth here, one can overdo the thing, but
when one gets beyond the beat of the garrison, men are at a premium. I
saw my mother's list; if it had not been for the regiment the female
element would have predominated terribly. The army and navy, India and
the colonies, to say nothing of all-devouring London, are the scourges
of the country; the younger sons take wings to themselves and fly, and
the spinsters are left lamenting."
"I think there is more push and go among younger sons than there is in
the elders," one of the young officers said.
"They have not got the same responsibilities," Ronald laughed. "It is
easy to see you are a younger son, Charley; there's a jaunty air about
your forage cap and a swagger in your walk, that would tell any
observant person that you are free from all responsibilities, and could,
as the Latin grammar says, sing before a robber."
There was a general laugh, for Charley Mansfield was notoriously in a
general state of impecuniosity. He, himself, joined merrily in the
laugh.
"I can certainly say," he replied, "'He who steals my purse steals
trash;' but I don't think he would get even that without a tussle.
Still, what I said is true, I think. I know my elder brother is a
fearfully stately personage, who, on the strength of two years'
difference of age, and his heirship, takes upon himself periodically to
inflict ponderous words of wisdom upon me. I think a lot of them are
like that; but after all, as I tell him, it's the younger sons who have
made England what it is. We won her battles and furnished her colonies,
and have done pretty nearly everything that has been done; while the
elder sons have only turned into respectable landowners and prosy
magistrates."
"Very well, Charley, the sentiments do you honour," another laughed;
"but there, the assembly is sounding. Waiter, bring me a glass of
sherry; your sentiments have so impressed me, Charley, that I intend to
drink solemnly to the success of second sons."
"You are not on duty, are you, Mervyn?"
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