The Ordeal of Richard Feverel — CompleteMeredith, George
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The Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete
Meredith, George
Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Fathers and sons -- Fiction
How could Lady Blandish go and ask the young man to wait a year away
from his wife? Her instinct began to open a wide eye on the idol she
worshipped.
When people do not themselves know what they mean, they succeed in
deceiving and imposing upon others. Not only was Lady Blandish
mystified; Mrs. Doria, who pierced into the recesses of everybody’s
mind, and had always been in the habit of reading off her brother from
infancy, and had never known herself to be once wrong about him, she
confessed she was quite at a loss to comprehend Austin’s principle.
“For principle he has,” said Mrs. Doria; “he never acts without one.
But what it is, I cannot at present perceive. If he would write, and
command the boy to await his return, all would be clear. He allows us
to go and fetch him, and then leaves us all in a quandary. It must be
some woman’s influence. That is the only way to account for it.”
“Singular!” interjected Adrian, “what pride women have in their sex!
Well, I have to tell you, my dear aunt, that the day after to-morrow I
hand my charge over to your keeping. I can’t hold him in an hour
longer. I’ve had to leash him with lies till my invention’s exhausted.
I petition to have them put down to the chief’s account, but when the
stream runs dry I can do no more. The last was, that I had heard from
him desiring me to have the South-west bedroom ready for him on Tuesday
proximate. ‘So!’ says my son, ‘I’ll wait till then,’ and from the
gigantic effort he exhibited in coming to it, I doubt any human power’s
getting him to wait longer.”
“We must, we must detain him,” said Mrs. Doria. “If we do not, I am
convinced Austin will do something rash that he will for ever repent.
He will marry that woman, Adrian. Mark my words. Now with any other
young man!... But Richard’s education! that ridiculous System!... Has
he no distraction? nothing to amuse him?”
“Poor boy! I suppose he wants his own particular playfellow.”
The wise youth had to bow to a reproof.
“I tell you, Adrian, he will marry that woman.”
“My dear aunt! Can a chaste man do aught more commendable?”
“Has the boy no object we can induce him to follow?—If he had but a
profession!”
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