The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver LiningSmedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
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The Fortunes of the Colville Family; or, A Cloud with its Silver Lining
Smedley, Frank E. (Frank Edward)
Christmas stories; English fiction -- 19th century; Families -- Fiction
“My dear child, I never hinted anything of the kind,” returned
Emily; “_au contraire_, I believe Lord Adolphus to be a thoroughly
well-authenticated young nobleman, and consider him the most gentlemanly
puppy I have ever met.”
“Tiresome girl; you know I don’t mean Lord Fitz. But I’ll stake my
penetration on the stranger’s gentility; you only abuse him because you
admire him so much that you are ashamed to own it, you mean, deceitful
girl!”
“Silly child, how can you be so absurd!” said the Rosebud; but although
it was so dark that, if she _had_ blushed, her friend could never have
discovered it, she turned away her head as she spoke.
CHAPTER IV.--SHUFFLING, DEALING, AND TURNING UP A KNAVE AND A TRUMP.
“Take this to Sir Thomas Crawley, and tell him I am waiting.”
The servant to whom the above direction was given, carried the card to
which it referred to his master, who, lifting it from the silver waiter
on which it was presented, read the following name--“The Rev. Ernest
Carrington.”
“Show the gentleman into the library, and bring candles there directly,”
said Sir Thomas; then, thrusting his fingers through the short, stiff,
grey bristles, suggestive of a venerable and well-worn scrubbing-brush,
which constituted his head of hair--an action which, to any one
acquainted with his habits, would have proved that he was anxious and
excited--he turned, and left the apartment.
When he entered the library, his excitement seemed to have increased and
taken a crabbed turn, for it was in no very cordial tone of voice that
he addressed his visitor.
“If, as I presume, you have come here in consequence of my letter, I
must say you have chosen a somewhat late hour for a business visit,
young gentleman.”
“I lost no time, sir, in making the necessary inquiries,” was the reply.
“Immediately on receiving your letter I hastened to London, saw your
solicitor, perused my grandfather’s will, obtained the information I
required, and came down by the first train that stopped at the
Flatville station; and, as your man of business informed me time was of
importance, I would not wait till to-morrow, lest the delay might cause
you inconvenience. If that is not sufficient apology for my untimely
visit, I have none other to offer.”
The calm, respectful, but at the same time perfectly self-possessed
manner of the speaker, appeared to have the same land of effect upon
his auditor that the keeper’s eye has upon some savage animal, for he
replied, in a more civil tone than he had yet used,--
“Yes, well--I see--yes. I am obliged to you for the prompt attention
you have paid to my letter.” He paused, then added, with affected
indifference,--“About the entail; you find, of course, that the point
raised was a wholly unnecessary one, and that your signature is a mere
matter of form, to satisfy the absurd scruples of the party negotiating
for the purchase; some people are so ridiculously cautious, ha! ha!” and
here he laughed a forced, uneasy laugh.
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