English fiction -- 19th century; Horror tales; Penny dreadfuls
Finding he was out of place at that moment, Phillip bowed in a
hurried manner, looked for his handkerchief and gloves, which were
thrown about the sofa pillows, and left the room with a flushed face.
“Charles,” at length Sir Richard began, looking the young man sternly
in the face, “what am I to understand by your unaccountable conduct?”
A solemn pause.
“Good heavens!” mentally ejaculated Charley, “I am discovered,
disgraced, and punished, and all so soon!”
Overcome with emotion, he hung his head in shame and perspired
unnaturally at every pore.
“What am I to think of you, sir? Is _this_ the reward of all my
labour, anxiety, money, and solicitude? Have I not educated you,
taken you by the hand, and lifted you up step by step to what
you are, eh? And do you now, when I expect to see all my labours
rewarded, turn round upon me, and disgrace me?”
“Spare me! Sir Richard! spare me, for heaven’s sake! My heart is
bursting, and my brain is all on fire,” said Charles, mournfully,
averting his head from the old man’s gaze.
“There are very few things which occur _in_ the India House or out of
it which do not quickly reach _my_ ears, Charles. I only heard of it
just now, sir, and must confess I felt shocked. Good Dame Worthington
told me.”
“Dame Worthington?” said Charley, astonished. “How could she have
known it?”
“Yes, Dame Worthington knew it? Why, of course she does, and every
one in the house! Isn’t it the talk of the whole neighbourhood?”
The young man’s agony was painful, and his face became more haggard
in a few moments from mental suffering than age could have effected
during a course of years.
“What do you think they will do with me, Sir Richard? I shall plead
guilty, and save unnecessary trouble and expense.”
“Guilty? Yes, I think so, when so many were witness to it; and your
sentence will be to reform, keep early hours, leave wine parties
alone and gambling, and beg the old dame’s pardon for swearing at her
to-night.”
Had he been shot Charley could not have been more suddenly startled.
Starting to his feet, and looking wildly about him, he comprehended
all—Sir Richard knew nothing of his having the bills; and, with a
heavy sigh, which then escaped him, there was lifted an insupportable
weight of doubt and pain from his soul, and he breathed more freely
and rapidly as one who has been running fast, or carrying a heavy
load.
Infinitely relieved, the young man even attempted to smile at the
unexpected and fortunate turn his imaginings had taken, and, with as
much self-command as he could bring to bear upon the conversation,
laughed, and begged Sir Richard’s pardon for his wild life of late,
and inebriety that night, when the kind old dame was knocked over in
the passage, and his own nose had come into violent contact with the
stairs.
When Sir Richard had departed, in good humour with the repentant
youth, Charley drew the sofa nearer to the fire, and began to
congratulate himself upon escaping an anticipated suspicion.
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