Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 18th century -- Fiction; Nore Mutiny, 1797 -- Fiction
"They have purchased the hunting box close to the --- Hall, and are
going there now," said the first.
"They live at the great park, close to where you are going, ma'am," said
the second.
"The old gentleman's name is Hornblow. He is the lady's father, and as
rich as a Jew, they say," continued Mrs Rainscourt's maid.
"Mrs Rainscourt don't live with her husband, ma'am; by all accounts
he's a bad 'un," continued the Abigail of Susan.
The publicity of the staircase of an hotel is very convenient for making
an acquaintance; and it happened that, just after these communications
had been made, Emily was ascending the stairs as Mrs McElvina was going
down to join her husband and father at the dinner table. The smiling
face and beaming eyes of Emily, who evidently lingered to be spoken to,
were so engaging that she soon found her way into the room which the
McElvinas were occupying.
Mrs Rainscourt was not sorry to find that she was to have for
neighbours a couple whose appearance had so prepossessed her in their
favour. As she expected that her society would be rather confined, she
did not suffer to escape the favourable opportunity which presented
itself of making their acquaintance. As they were returning to their
vehicles, Emily ran to Mrs McElvina to wish her good-bye, and Mrs
Rainscourt expressed her thanks for the notice they had taken of her
daughter. A few minutes' conversation ended in "hoping to have the
pleasure of making their acquaintance as soon as they were settled."
The carriages drove off; and we shall follow that of the McElvinas,
which arrived at its destination late in the evening, without any
accident.
The cottage-ornee (as all middle-sized houses with verandas and French
windows are now designated), which Hornblow had purchased, was, for a
wonder, quite as complete as described in the particulars of sale. It
had the sloping lawn in front; the three acres (more or less) of
plantation and pleasure ground, tastefully laid out, and planted with
thriving young trees; the capital walled gardens, stocked with the
choicest fruit trees, in full bearing; abundant springs of the finest
water; stabling for six horses; cow-house, cart-house, farm-yard, and
_complete piggery_. The dimensions of the conservatory, and rooms in
the interior of the house were quite correct; and the land attached to
it was according to "the accompanying plan," and divided into parcels,
designated by the rural terms of "Homestead," "Lob's-pound,"
"Eight-acre-meadow," "Little-orchard field," etcetera, etcetera.
In short, it was a very eligible purchase, and a very pretty and retired
domicile; and when our party arrived, the flowers seemed to yield a more
grateful perfume, the trees appeared more umbrageous, and the verdure of
the meadows of a more refreshing green, from the contrast with so many
hours' travelling upon a dusty road, during a sultry day.
"Oh, how beautiful these roses are! Do look, my dear father."
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