The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Kent (England) -- Fiction; Smugglers -- Fiction
Mrs. Barbara, indeed, was by no means well pleased that Sir Edward was
going to deprive her schemes of the full benefit which might have
accrued from his passing the whole of that day unoccupied, with Zara,
at Harbourne House, and hinted significantly that she trusted if he
did not find good sport he would return early, as her niece was very
fond of a ride over the hills, only that she had no companion.
The poor girl coloured warmly, and the more so as Sir Edward could not
refrain from a smile.
"I trust, then, I shall have the pleasure of being your companion
to-morrow, Miss Croyland," he said, turning to the young lady. "Why
should we not ride over, and see your excellent uncle and your sister?
I must certainly pay my respects to him; and if I may have the honour
of escorting you, it will give double pleasure to my ride."
Zara Croyland was well aware that many a matter, which if treated
seriously may become annoying--if not dangerous, can be carried
lightly off by a gay and dashing jest: "Oh, with all my heart," she
said; "only remember, Sir Edward, we must have plenty of servants with
us, or else all the people in the country will say that you and I are
going to be married; and as I never intend that such a saying should
be verified, it will be as well to nip the pretty little blossom of
gossip in the bud."
"It shall be all exactly as you please," replied the young officer,
with a low bow and a meaning smile; but at the very same moment, Mrs.
Barbara thought fit to reprove her niece, wondering how she could talk
so sillily; and Sir Edward took his leave, receiving his host's
excuses, as he passed through the hall, for not accompanying him on
his shooting expedition.
"The truth is, my dear sir," said Sir Robert Croyland, "that I am now
too old and too heavy for such sports."
"You were kind enough to tell me, this is Liberty Hall," replied the
young baronet, "and you shall see, my dear sir, that I take you at
your word, both in regard to your game and your wine, being resolved,
with your good permission, and for my own health, to kill your birds
and spare your bottles."
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