The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)Yates, Edmund
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The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)
Yates, Edmund
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"My dear Chudleigh," said the old man gently, "you are all wrong about
this. It's not a pleasant thing for me, as your host, to bid you go
away; more especially as I had been looking forward with such pleasure
to these few days' quiet with you. But I know it is the right thing
for you to do; and why you should refuse, I cannot conceive. You seem
to have taken umbrage at the style of the message; but even if one
could be polite in a telegram, a father whose pet daughter is
dangerously ill seldom stops to pick his words."
"But suppose I hadn't been here?"
"My dear friend, I decline to suppose anything of the sort. Suppose I
had not been in the way when Sir Astley advised his late Majesty to
call me in; I should still have been a successful man, it's true; but
I should not have had the honour or the position I have, nor the
wealth which enables me now to enjoy my ease, instead of slaving away
still like--like some whom we know. No, no; drop your radicalism, I
beseech you. You would go miles to attend to a sick gillie or a
shepherd's orphan. Do the same for a very charming young girl, as I'm
told,--Forbes knows her very well,--and for one of the best men in
Scotland."
"Well, I suppose you're right, and I must go. It's an awful journey,
isn't it?"
"Horses to the break, Donald; and tell George to get ready to drive
Dr. Wilmot.--I'll send you the first stage. Awful journey, you call
it, through the loveliest scenery in the Highlands! I don't know what
causes the notion, but I have an impression that this will be a
memorable day in your career, Chudleigh."
"Have you, old friend?" said Wilmot, with a shoulder-shrug. "One
doesn't know how it may end, but, so far, it has been any thing but a
pleasant one. Nor does a fifty-mile journey over hills inspire me with
much pleasant anticipation. But, as you seem so determined about it
being my duty, I'll go."
"Depend on it, I am giving you good advice, as some day you shall
acknowledge to me."
And within half-an-hour Chudleigh Wilmot had started for Kilsyth, on a
journey which was to influence the whole of his future life.
CHAPTER III.
WATCHING AND WAITING.
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