The Heir Presumptive and the Heir ApparentOliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Heir Presumptive and the Heir Apparent
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Aristocracy (Social class) -- England -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
And to see him on his feet returning thanks with a flush which was half
panic and half excitement, the first immense internal commotion of a boy
joining the world of men, which so far as he knew was all sympathy, and
taking his place as a man among the rest for the first time! Every eye
was turned towards Duke, every ear intent on what was really the event
of the evening, the manner in which the young master should acquit
himself. Duke was undeniably the young master to all there. They knew
little or nothing of the young Frogmore. He was never seen either at
meet or coverside--a delicate boy fond of his book, it was said, half
with respect, half with contempt, when he was spoken of at all. John and
his sturdy boys filled a large place in the county, and nobody thought
of the young heir. So that Duke held by a sort of prescriptive right the
place and title of the young master. And he was a favorite. The farmers’
faces responded. They turned to him with the pleasure which men have in
seeing a young fellow appear and take up the lines which, had they been
consulted, they would have marked out for him. He was altogether of
their own kind, and known to every one. It had even been murmured among
the better informed what a pity it was that Master Duke was not in fact
the heir! But a number more did even not think of this, and took him for
granted easily. And how he did talk to be sure! About the world being
all open to a young man, and full of attractions; how he himself would
like to go to Africa after big game, and to India like the young
princes, and in a general way everywhere to see the world, but how the
needle in his heart (it was thought a wonderful metaphor among the
country people) always turned trembling to home. Duke gave Mar, who sat
by him, a little slap on the shoulder, when he brought out this fine
sentiment, which was received with deafening applause.
He wandered a little (it was thought by Letty, who was especially
watchful, as this was the part where her own composition came in) after
this, forgetting the connection of the sentences, which Letty longed to
be near enough to suggest to him. But suddenly there came a change in
Duke’s voice. He had become aware that he had lost the thread, and that
as he stumbled about among the half-forgotten words he was losing the
attention of his auditors also. And with a wisdom worthy of a more
experienced orator, Duke sacrificed a part of his discourse bravely to
the success of the rest. There was something that must be said. With a
thrill of alarm lest he should not recollect exactly how Letty had put
it, yet with an exhilarating consciousness that he knew at heart the
sense of what he had to say, Duke flung back his head and plunged into
that most important subject of all.
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