The Weird of the Wentworths: A Tale of George IV's Time, Vol. 1Scotus, Johannes
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The Weird of the Wentworths: A Tale of George IV's Time, Vol. 1
Scotus, Johannes
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- George IV, 1820-1830 -- Fiction
"Hallo! whom have we here?" said the Captain to himself, as he reached
the road, and saw a gentleman, who seemed quite overcome by the heat,
resting on a stone and wiping his hot brow; a little further off was a
boy, who, with an immense carpet-bag, toiled up the hill. "By Jove! is
that you, Lennox? You have chosen a d--d hot day for marching. You don't
mean to say you walked out?"
"Oh, dear, no," said Mr. Lennox, dusting his boots as he rose. "Taking
advantage of the coach, I proceeded by that conveyance to your noble
park-gates, and, alighting there, I thought I would walk up, fancying
the castle could not be far; but it is a long and hot walk. However, I
hired a young man, as you see, to carry my luggage."
"Egad! then you have tramped a good five miles. What a joke! You must be
jolly tired. Here, take a pull," said the Captain, producing an immense
brandy-flask--his bosom companion at all times and seasons.
"Thank you all the same, no. I seldom take spirits at all; and never
plain."
"A most foolish error; and one you would soon be conquered of if you
lived at the Towers," said the Captain, taking a long draught. "At the
least you will then take a weed?" handing his cigar-case.
"I thank you; I never smoke."
"Neither drink nor smoke! No wonder you feel hot and weary. Egad! Sir,
you should have been with me through the Peninsula; and I should like to
have seen how the devil you would have stood the marching under a sun
which this is a joke to? Brandy to wet our lips, and cigars when we had
little to eat, kept our fellows going. You would have never been here
now, with your principles, had you fought in Spain! Heat cures heat!
Hair of the dog good for the bite."
Mr. Lennox, accompanied by his dashing companion, then walked on to the
Towers, devoutly wishing he had never met him, and anathematizing
himself for walking, as he felt he should cut a poor figure with his boy
and baggage; and the old rhyme came into his head--
"Them what is rich, them rides in chaises,
Them what is poor, them walks like blazes."
He had hoped to have slipped in unobserved; but had the misluck to meet
the Earl and a bevy of visitors at the door; amongst them was Johnny.
"Ah! how do you do, Lennox?" said the Earl. "Taken advantage of the fine
day and walked out, I see. You must have found it hot, did you not?"
"Only from the Lodge-gates; I took the coach so far," said Mr. Lennox;
but we fear his answer was hardly heard. "Confound it," he muttered,
almost aloud; "they will think I walked out all the way; and I wouldn't
for the world Johnny Ravensworth should think so. I do not care for
these people of rank half so much as I do for that boy."
"You are just in time, sir," said a footman. "Is that your bag, sir?
Follow me to your room; dressing-bell has gone."
Mr. Lennox was the very first who entered the drawing-room. After he had
been alone some minutes the door opened and a middle-aged gentleman
entered, and soon commenced a conversation with him.
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