The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 3, June, 1851Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 3, No. 3, June, 1851
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
Two persons had travelled in the same compartment with me from
Birmingham, whose exterior, as disclosed by the dim light of the
railway carriage, created some surprise that such finely-attired,
fashionable gentlemen should stoop to journey by the plebeian
penny-a-mile train. I could now observe them in a clearer light, and
surprise at their apparent condescension vanished at once. To an eye
less experienced than mine in the artifices and expedients familiar to
a certain class of "swells," they might perhaps have passed muster for
what they assumed to be, especially amidst the varied crowd of a
"parliamentary;" but their copper finery could not for a moment impose
upon me. The watch-chains were, I saw, mosaic; the watches, so
frequently displayed, gilt; eye-glasses the same; the coats,
fur-collared and cuffed, were ill-fitting and second-hand; ditto of
the varnished boats and renovated velvet waistcoats; while the
luxuriant moustaches and whiskers, and flowing wigs, were unmistakably
mere _pieces d'occasion_--assumed and diversified at pleasure. They
were both apparently about fifty years of age; one of them perhaps one
or two years less than that. I watched them narrowly, the more so from
their making themselves ostentatiously attentive to a young
woman--girl rather she seemed--of a remarkably graceful figure, but
whose face I had not yet obtained a glimpse of. They made boisterous
way for her to the fire, and were profuse and noisy in their offers of
refreshment--all of which, I observed, were peremptorily declined. She
was dressed in deep, unexpensive mourning; and from her timid gestures
and averted head, whenever either of the fellows addressed her, was,
it was evident, terrified as well as annoyed by their rude and
insolent notice. I quietly drew near to the side of the fire-place, at
which she stood, and with some difficulty obtained a sight of her
features. I was struck with extreme surprise--not so much at her
singular beauty, as from an instantaneous conviction that she was
known to me, or at least that I had seen her frequently before, but
where or when I could not at all call to mind. Again I looked, and my
first impression was confirmed. At this moment the elder of the two
men I have partially described placed his hand, with a rude
familiarity, upon the girl's shoulder, proffering at the same time a
glass of hot brandy and water for her acceptance. She turned sharply
and indignantly away from the fellow; and looking round as if for
protection, caught my eagerly-fixed gaze.
"Mr. Waters!" she said impulsively. "Oh I am so glad!"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account