The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical NovelKirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
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The Romance of Gilbert Holmes: An Historical Novel
Kirkman, Marshall M. (Marshall Monroe)
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction
"Except Miss Betty, of course," Mr. Seymour responded, quietly. "There,
don’t blush, sweet lady. It was a slip of the tongue, and excusable, I
am sure. I must believe, however, from what you say, Job, that you are
something of a dissembler," Mr. Seymour went on; "for is it a light
thing to cut off a young man without a settled income or hopes of any
kind, as you are preparing to do? Yesterday Gilbert was an heir, your
expectant heir; now how does it stand? Gilbert, you are undone, and by
your uncle of all men!"
At this foolish ending there was a roar of laughter, in which I joined
more heartily than any one else, for of the need of money I then knew
nothing. I therefore cried out with great cheerfulness:
"I’m glad to give up my prospects to Miss Betty, for I shouldn’t know
what to do with money if I had it. Besides, the ladies, it is said, are
less able to get on without it than the rest of us."
"There is another fling at women!" Miss Betty cried, gayly. "Fie,
Gilbert, for you to slur us when you know I have always admired you next
to—to—"
"Out with it, Miss Betty—next to Job, of course. How slyly they
compliment each other, and properly, too; but it’s a toss-up between Job
and Gilbert, don’t you think, Constance?" Mr. Seymour asked, turning to
her.
"Yes, I’m sure it is, for I have always admired Mr. Throckmorton next
to—to—Gilbert," Constance replied, with great pertness, looking at Miss
Betty and laughing.
"Well, to straighten it out and make every one happy again, I propose,
Betty, that we make him our joint heir, thus doubling his prospects,"
Uncle Job broke in, turning to her.
"I agree to that with all my heart," she cried in response, "and propose
we toast him as such"; and this every one at once proceeded to do.
"That ought to be satisfactory, but still I very much fear Gilbert’s
prospects are in the dumps," Mr. Seymour responded, with mock gravity.
In this way, and with much similar talk and hilarity, the evening passed
to the great enjoyment of every one present. Mr. Seymour, mindful of
decorum, had named an early hour for the dinner, so that it was over in
time not to shock the more staid of the community, who were ever of the
opinion, in the infancy of the republic, that respectability and good
hours went hand in hand.
*CHAPTER XLII*
*AN ADVENTURE*
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