The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil WarsCharles, Elizabeth Rundle
History
The Draytons and the Davenants : $b A story of the Civil Wars
Charles, Elizabeth Rundle
Great Britain -- History -- Civil War, 1642-1649 -- Fiction
And she left me reassured of her affection, but not a little
perplexed by this double code of morals. That one region of life
should be governed by the rules of right and wrong, and another by
those of politeness, was altogether a strange thing to me.
Meantime Lettice and I were rapidly advancing from the outer court of
courtesies into the inner one of childish friendship, spiced with
occasional sharp debates, and very undisguised honesties towards each
other; as Lettice and her brothers initiated me and Roger into the
various plays and games in which they were so much superior to us,
and we became eager on both sides for victory. A very new world this
play-world was to us, who had known scarcely any toys but such as we
made for ourselves, and no amusements but such as we had planned for
ourselves.
Very charming it was to us at first, the billiard-table, the
tennis-court, or pall-mall; and great delight Roger took in learning
to vault and throw the dart on horseback, to wheel and curvet, or
pick up a lady's glove at full speed, and in the various courtly
exercises and feats, Spanish, French, or Arabian, which the young
Davenants had learned from their riding-master. Naturally agile, he
had been trained to thorough command of his horse, by following my
Father through flood and fen, while his eye had learned quickness and
accuracy from hunting the wild fowl, and tracking hares and foxes
through the wild country around us, and these accomplishments came
easily enough to him. Yet with all these ingenious arrangements for
passing the time, it seemed to hang more heavily on hand at the Hall
than at Netherby; it came, indeed, to Roger and me as something
completely new that any arrangements should be needed to make the
time pass quickly. What with spinning, and sewing, and my helping my
Aunts, and his learning Greek, and Latin, and Italian of my Father,
and helping him about the farm, our holiday hours had always seemed
too brief for half the things we had to do in them. Every morning
found an eager welcome from us, and every evening a reluctant
farewell; and it was not until we spent those days at the Hall that
the question, "What are we to do next?" ever occurred to us, not in
hesitation which to select of the countless things we had to do in
our precious spare hours, but as an appeal for some new excitement.
Moreover, while in outward accomplishments and graces we felt our
inferiority, in many things we could not but feel that our education
had been far more extensive than that of the Davenants.
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