The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
Notwithstanding all this, the town contained a very good and
respectable inn, where at one time were no fewer than sixteen pair of
post-horses, as at that period it was generally made the first stage
northward from Alnwick--rather a long one, it is true, being charged
fifteen miles, but many persons preferred it to Charlton.
Bells must certainly have acted a very important part in the history
of former times, as they rival the most distinguished personages and
the most splendid objects in the traditionary veneration of
innkeepers; and neither harts nor hinds, black bulls nor red lions,
dolphins nor fountains, bushes nor cocks, great generals nor gold and
silver crosses, can boast a greater number of votaries--nay, not even
the crown, the sun, or the moon. The image of a large bell, then,
painted in blue, and lipped and rimmed with gold, served as a sign to
the principal inn at Belford; and underneath its auspicious bulk drew
up the carriage on the day I have mentioned.
"Horses on, sir?" asked the ostler, running out, and addressing one of
the smart-looking, six-feet-and-a-half-high footmen at the back of the
carriage.
The man made no reply; and mine host of the "Bell," seeing his ostler
repulsed, advanced to the door of the vehicle (while the two servants
got slowly down), and demanded, in a most deferential tone, if he
should put on four more quadrupeds to hurry on the handsome
post-chariot towards the north. He looked in, too, with some degree of
curiosity; but, whatever he expected to see, nothing was perceived
within--excepting always a lady's-maid--but a very pretty-looking
girl, apparently twenty or one-and-twenty years of age, with a gay,
bright, sparkling countenance, and a crimson velvet four-cornered
Polish cap, bound with rich sable fur and ornamented with a tassel.
"No, I thank you," said the lady; "be so good as to open the door. I
shall stay here to-night. Let me see what rooms you have got. Where's
your wife?--I suppose you have got a wife."
The innkeeper informed her that her supposition was correct, and
shouted very loudly for Mrs. Gunnel, while the carriage door was
opened, and the servants assisted their mistress to alight.
"Had not I better go and see the rooms, my lady?" said the maid, more
for the purpose of announcing her mistress's rank to the numerous
bystanders than with the hope of saving trouble, for she well knew the
lady would see the rooms herself; and with all reverence Mrs. Gunnel
led the way for the unexpected guest, up the stairs, through the
corridors, and into the different rooms, while Mr. Gunnel followed,
descanting upon the excellence of the beds and the comfortableness of
the accommodation.
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