The old vicarage : $b A novelHubback, Mrs. (Catherine-Anne Austen)
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The old vicarage : $b A novel
Hubback, Mrs. (Catherine-Anne Austen)
English fiction -- 19th century
Indeed, her feelings were too deeply engrossed by other matters to
have much thought to bestow on her former lover. Dora and Maurice made
her very uncomfortable; they seemed perfectly infatuated now; were
more desperately in love than ever; and Hilary could not help
expecting that some grand discovery and consequent domestic
disturbance would be the result. She wondered neither Isabel nor Mr.
Barham appeared to notice it. That Charles Huyton had, she knew, for
he had hinted it to her, with a significance and expression not to be
mistaken. But it was not really so evident as her fears and
consciousness made her imagine; Charles discovered it partly by former
observations of his own, but more now, by watching her eyes, and
reading their anxious and troubled looks.
But the hour of parting was drawing near: the _Erratic_ was almost
ready for sea; the crew were on board, and she was reported fit to
sail in four days more. Now then must be the Woolwich party, or never.
Mr. Barham was well――agreed to the plan once more――the weather was
fine――the day and hour came, and they started. It was not to be
expected that Mr. Barham would expose his daughters to the
contaminating mixture of society to be met with in an ordinary river
steamer; they had one hired expressly for the occasion, and every
thing was in as first-rate a style as possible.
Fair shone the sun on the river Thames, as they steamed down its
waters, so famous as a channel of commerce and a subject of indignant
complaint to the citizens of London; and merrily the party were dashed
along, while Mr. Barham descanted learnedly on the subject of trade
and landholders, Britain’s position, privileges, and duties, and the
grand part which a resident proprietor, and one who did his duty to
his country, filled in the vast affairs of the nation; while Isabel
leaned on his arm and approved, and Charles Huyton cast anxious
glances at Hilary, and longed to place himself beside her; and the
others moved about, and talked nonsense at random, and with great
enjoyment.
They reached their destination at last, landed, and were met, as had
been agreed on, by the captain of the _Erratic_, who conducted them
forthwith to the dock where the steamer still lay. The happy first
lieutenant received them at the gangway, authorized by every
circumstance to take Dora under his peculiar care, even as her elder
sister was the natural charge, for the time being, of the captain.
To the quarter-deck they went first, where they all remained to chat
and discuss their voyage, to peep over the bulwarks, and ask questions
about the vessels lying alongside; or to gaze up with admiration and
wonder at the complicated ropes and spars towering overhead.
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