The Ordeal of Richard Feverel: A History of a Father and SonMeredith, George
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The Ordeal of Richard Feverel: A History of a Father and Son
Meredith, George
Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; Fathers and sons -- Fiction
Richard had never been acquainted with any of them to inspire that
emotion. Indeed these urgent appeals to his fancy in feminine names
at five o'clock in the morning slightly surprised him, though he was
but half awake to the outer world. By degrees he perceived that
Ralph was changed. Instead of the lusty boisterous boy, his rival in
manly sciences, who spoke straightforwardly and acted up to his
speech, here was an abashed and blush-persecuted youth, who sued
piteously for a friendly ear wherein to pour the one idea possessing
him. Gradually, too, Richard apprehended that Ralph likewise was on
the frontiers of the Realm of Mystery, perhaps further toward it
than he himself was; and then, as by a sympathetic stroke, was
revealed to him the wonderful beauty and depth of meaning in
feminine names. The theme appeared novel and delicious, fitted to
the season and the hour. But the hardship was, that Richard could
choose none from the number; all were the same to him; he loved them
all.
"Don't you really prefer the 'Cl's'?" said Ralph, persuasively.
"Not better than the names ending in 'a' and 'y,'" Richard replied,
wishing he could, for Ralph was evidently ahead of him.
"Come under these trees," said Ralph. And under the trees Ralph
unbosomed. His name was down for the army: Eton was quitted for
ever. In a few months he would have to join his regiment, and before
he left he must say good-bye to his friends.... Would Richard tell
him Mrs. Forey's address? he had heard she was somewhere by the sea.
Richard did not remember the address, but said he would willingly
take charge of any letter and forward it.
Ralph dived his hand into his pocket. "Here it is. But don't let
anybody see it."
"My aunt's name is not Clare," said Richard, perusing what was
composed of the exterior formula. "You've addressed it to Clare
herself."
That was plain to see.
"Emmeline Clementina Matilda Laura, Countess Blandish," Richard
continued in a low tone, transferring the names, and playing on the
musical strings they were to him. Then he said: "Names of ladies!
How they sweeten their names!"
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