The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852Various
History
The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
"Gabriel, understand me, if your quick eyes have divined any of my
plans, it will work you no good to thwart them."
"But, possibly, it might avail me were I to further them," said the
nephew, very softly.
"It might," said Sir Michael; "the broad lands of Randolph Abbey could,
with little loss, furnish a handsome compensation to the person who
should assist me in placing therein, the heirs I desire to choose."
Gabriel's reply was merely a significant look of acquiescence, and the
old man, bestowing on him a smile of approbation such as he had never
before vouchsafed him, went away well pleased. He was firmly convinced
that he had enlisted in support of the plan that was already a favorite
one with him, the individual amongst all his heirs who he was the most
positively resolved should never inherit the Abbey, both because he
rather disliked him personally, and because he could not forgive him his
mother's low birth. Could he have seen the sneer with which Gabriel
looked after him, he would have been somewhat unpleasantly enlightened
as to the real value of the ally he had obtained.
VI. THE DEAD FATHER IS MADE THE PERSECUTOR OF THE LIVING SON.
Very strange was the contrast between the splendid drawing-room, blazing
with light and heat, where the Randolph family were assembled, and the
small room in the other wing of the house which was occupied by Hubert
Lyle. It contained barely the furniture necessary for his use, and this
was by his own desire, for it was already sufficiently bitter to him to
eat the bread dealt out so grudgingly, and at least he would not be
beholden to his stepfather for more than the actual necessaries of
existence.
Sorely against his proud mother's wish, he had chosen for his
sitting-room one of the very meanest and poorest in the house, with a
single window, low and narrow, which looked out on a deserted part of
the grounds. Hubert liked it all the better for this, as there was no
flower-garden or green-house near to bring the head-gardener, with his
trim, mathematical mind, amongst the wild beauties of nature. The grass
was left in this part to come up against the very wall of the house, and
the ivy and honeysuckle which grew round the window were allowed to
penetrate almost into the room. Fortunately, the noble trees which
filled the park stood somewhat apart in this place, and their arching
branches formed at this moment a sort of framework to the most glorious
picture that ever is given to mortal eyes to look upon--the lucid sky of
night, filled as it were to overflowing with radiant worlds, each
hanging in its own atmosphere of glory.
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