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
Mail-coaches were then the quickest conveyances. The northern mail was
supposed to travel at the rate of eight miles an hour, including
stoppages; and on the young man was hurried from the capital towards
Northumberland, squeezed up in a hot summer night with an enormously
fat woman and a tolerably stout man. The distance he had to go was
about three hundred and twenty miles, and the town where he was to get
out was Belford, between which place and Wooler the mansion of the
Earl of Milford was situated. Farther he knew nothing of his road,
except that at Belford he should be able to obtain information. Night
set in soon after he left London, and both his companions were
speedily asleep; for they were of the taciturn breed, on which even
the aspect of youth has no more effect than beauty upon a stone. They
snored hard and sonorously, especially the man, woke up for a moment
into half-slumbering consciousness while the horses were being
changed, and then were as sound asleep as ever. Wherever provisions
were to be had, indeed, the lady roused herself, and proceeded to the
business of the hour with marvellous activity, considering her age and
weight; but at most other times she was as silent as her companion,
who seemed to consider that locomotion was the proper and natural
stimulus to slumber.
The forty weary hours passed at length, very few words having been
spoken; but the mail was not yet at Belford--indeed, it never was--and
two more hours went by before the small town appeared. It was at that
time very dull and dirty; and as he looked up at the sign of the "Old
Bell," Henry felt the place had a sort of desolate aspect, which made
the prospect of sleeping at Milford Castle very pleasant in
comparison.
The landlord of the "Bell," however, had no intention of suffering him
to depart so easily. Milford Castle, he assured him, was full sixteen
miles to the westward; and when Henry replied that the distance did
not matter, as he must go on that night, having business to transact,
the worthy host discovered that all his horses were out, and would not
return till two or three in the morning.
As there was no other house in the town which kept post-horses, Henry
was obliged to be content, and ordering a light dinner, he determined
to sit and doze by the fire till the horses returned. The landlord so
contrived, however--what between the necessity of giving food and rest
to cattle which were all the time in the stable, and the late hour at
which they were reported to return from a journey they had never
made--that the young traveller was obliged to remain all night and
breakfast the next morning at the "Bell."
Still, little more than eight-and-forty hours had passed since he had
left London when once more he was on the way again. He had been
allowed six whole days to complete his task; and the coming time, to
the mind of youth, is always long in proportion to the shortness of
the past.
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