The Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 1 — John Shaqi
The Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 1Meredith, George
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The Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 1
Meredith, George
Domestic fiction; England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century; Fathers and sons -- Fiction
On the day preceding poor Tom's doomed appearance before the
magistrate, Dame Bakewell had an interview with Austin, who went to
Raynham immediately, and sought Adrian's counsel upon what was to be
done. Homeric laughter and nothing else could be got out of Adrian when
he heard of the doings of these desperate boys: how they had entered
Dame Bakewell's smallest of retail shops, and purchased tea, sugar,
candles, and comfits of every description, till the shop was clear of
customers: how they had then hurried her into her little back-parlour,
where Richard had torn open his shirt and revealed the coils of rope,
and Ripton displayed the point of a file from a serpentine recess in
his jacket: how they had then told the astonished woman that the rope
she saw and the file she saw were instruments for the liberation of her
son; that there existed no other means on earth to save him, they, the
boys, having unsuccessfully attempted all: how upon that Richard had
tried with the utmost earnestness to persuade her to disrobe and wind
the rope round her own person: and Ripton had aired his eloquence to
induce her to secrete the file: how, when she resolutely objected to
the rope, both boys began backing the file, and in an evil hour, she
feared, said Dame Bakewell, she had rewarded the gracious permission
given her by Sir Miles Papworth to visit her son, by tempting Tom to
file the Law. Though, thanks be to the Lord! Dame Bakewell added, Tom
had turned up his nose at the file, and so she had told young Master
Richard, who swore very bad for a young gentleman.
"Boys are like monkeys," remarked Adrian, at the close of his
explosions, "the gravest actors of farcical nonsense that the world
possesses. May I never be where there are no boys! A couple of boys
left to themselves will furnish richer fun than any troop of trained
comedians. No: no Art arrives at the artlessness of nature in matters
of comedy. You can't simulate the ape. Your antics are dull. They
haven't the charming inconsequence of the natural animal. Lack at these
two! Think of the shifts they are put to all day long! They know I know
all about it, and yet their serenity of innocence is all but unruffled
in my presence. You're sorry to think about the end of the business,
Austin? So am I! I dread the idea of the curtain going down. Besides,
it will do Ricky a world of good. A practical lesson is the best
lesson."
"Sinks deepest," said Austin, "but whether he learns good or evil from
it is the question at stake."
Adrian stretched his length at ease.
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