Domestic fiction; Ireland -- Fiction; Land tenure -- Fiction; Landlord and tenant -- Fiction; Landowners -- Fiction
It contains only a bed, and the usual instruments of a lady’s toilet;
but Lady Selina does not choose to have it shown, and it has become
invested, in the eyes of the visitors, with no ordinary mystery. Many a
petitionary whisper is addressed to the housekeeper on the subject, but
in vain; and, consequently, the public too often leave Grey Abbey
dissatisfied.
As Lord Ballindine rode through the gates, and up the long approach to
the house, he was so satisfied of the wisdom of his own final
resolution, and of the successful termination of his embassy under such
circumstances, that he felt relieved of the uncomfortable sensation of
fear which had oppressed him; and it was only when the six-foot high,
powdered servant told him, with a very solemn face, that the earl was
alone in the book-room—the odious room he hated so much—that he began
again to feel a little misgiving. However, there was nothing left for
him now, so he gave up his horse to the groom, and followed the
sober-faced servant into the book-room.
Lord Cashel was a man about sixty-three, with considerable external
dignity of appearance, though without any personal advantage, either in
face, figure, or manner. He had been an earl, with a large income, for
thirty years; and in that time he had learned to look collected, even
when his ideas were confused; to keep his eye steady, and to make a few
words go a long way. He had never been intemperate, and was, therefore,
strong and hale for his years,—he had not done many glaringly foolish
things, and, therefore, had a character for wisdom and judgment. He had
run away with no man’s wife, and, since his marriage, had seduced no
man’s daughter; he was, therefore, considered a moral man. He was not
so deeply in debt as to have his affairs known to every one; and hence
was thought prudent. And, as he lived in his own house, with his own
wife, paid his servants and labourers their wages regularly, and nodded
in church for two hours every Sunday, he was thought a good man. Such
were his virtues; and by these negative qualities—this _vis inertiæ_,
he had acquired, and maintained, a considerable influence in the
country.
When Lord Ballindine’s name was announced, he slowly rose, and, just
touching the tip of Frank’s fingers, by way of shaking hands with him,
hoped he had the pleasure of seeing him well.
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