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
"Exactly; ride there to-night, and give this note to the old man; stay
for an answer, and meet me to-morrow with it in the Holly Walk, at two.
Do not keep me waiting, on your life,--and breathe not a word of this to
living soul, or, by Heaven, I would not be you!"
"Nae fears, your secret is safe with me."
"And there is for your trouble," said the Captain, dropping some gold
into his hand; "and now begone, and remember _two_ o'clock!"
"Do not say," continued the Captain, when the young man had departed,
"that I am not a zealous ally. God knows, I have to think and plan
everything, though I wish to God that girl had never come,--it was not
my doing; and now let us go to roost."
And so saying the two young men left the room and proceeded to their
different apartments.
CHAPTER XVI.
"Here is friendship,--mirth is here,
Woodland music,--woodland cheer,
And, with hope and blended fear,
Here is love's delightful folly.
Summer gilds the smiling day,
Summer clothes the tufted spray,
Earth is green and heaven is gay,
Wherefore should we not be jolly?"--_Heber._
The morning of the wished-for picnic day broke with a brilliance far
exceeding the most sanguine expectation. On the previous evening angry
clouds had attended the sun to his couch of rest; the distant
thunder-boom had made many a bosom quail for the next day, and many an
anxious eye had peeped forth in the early dawning half expecting to see
the rain falling fast; they were agreeably surprised to find not a cloud
obscured the sky, and a mist that hung o'er hill, woodland, and river
betokened a fine, hot, if not sultry day was beginning. From an early
hour all was bustle and excitement at the Towers; the Earl presided over
the busy servants packing hampers of good things, and wines of the
choicest flavour, and himself superintended everything, being here,
there, and everywhere, and seeming to have a hundred pair of hands. When
he gave a pleasure, he always liked to do it in style, and was
determined nothing should be wanting to render the amusement of the day
perfect. Many of the visitors assisted the Earl in his tasks, and Johnny
hurraed loud when he saw the carts start for the festive scene, groaning
under plenty of good cheer. About eleven o'clock the courtyard was full
of carriages, coachmen held the reins, and grooms led many horses ready
saddled for those who preferred riding. Many fair girls in light summer
attire and hats, and many gentlemen, some equipped for driving, and
others booted and spurred, filled the yard; laughter and jest made the
old turreted towers ring again with glee. Carriage after carriage was
filled, and drove off for the Peel; last of all the Earl's own coroneted
barouche and four left for the gay scene; the carriage was an open one,
but able to shut in case of rain, of which there appeared little
likelihood. The Earl himself drove the four iron grays, adorned with
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