The House on the Moor, v. 2/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The House on the Moor, v. 2/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fiction
"With your permission, Sutherland, I'll have an hour's rest," he said.
"I tumbled in here--what with the cold and feeling desperately hungry;
nothing like sea-sickness for giving a man an appetite afterwards--without
ever asking for my apartment. Thank you for your hospitality, old
fellow--you see I mean to take advantage of it--and we'll talk this
all over after dinner. I say, what a famous snug place you've got!
There's another grievance of that said Armitage Hall, which the
fellows there would have you believe a paradise. Not a room in the
house that does not want half a dozen people about to make it look
inhabited; not a chance for a snug chat like what we've just had.
Suppose a mite of a fellow like me crouching by a fire that could
roast me, shut in by a screen in a room that would hold half the
county!--ugh! the thought is enough. Here we are!--famous!--there's a
fire!--I'll bet you sixpence my man lighted that fire. He has a genius
for that sort of thing. I'll tell him to communicate his secret to
your people here."
"I suspect," said the Colonel, with a smile, but a momentary pique, "the
fabric was built by the maid; but I hope you'll find the place
comfortable. Take care you don't injure your night's rest by resting
through the day--dinner at six--nobody but ourselves. You will find me
downstairs whenever you please, but don't think you're in the least
degree called upon to make your appearance before dinner."
Then the Colonel went downstairs and stepped into a little side-room, in
which he sometimes indulged himself with a modest cigar, while the
dining-room was being cleared of all the litter brought by his visitor.
Colonel Sutherland was an orderly man by nature; he did not like to see
the coats and rugs and mufflers lying about on his chairs, and smiled
to himself with a little perplexity over that guest, who was so
singularly unlike himself. He was not quite certain as yet how they
should "get on," though very confident in Sir John's good meaning and
his own good temper. Presently Patchey came to consult him about the
dinner, and to state that the cook would gladly have an audience of her
master, which, with a little reluctance, the Colonel accorded. An
arrival so sudden, and of so important a person, was no small event at
Milnehill.
CHAPTER XIII.
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