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
"I was afraid. Don't be angry, please."
"Afraid! Lord help you! then I'll slow;" and he checked the horses into
a fast trot. "Now's your chance; off with you."
Johnny dared not refuse a second time, so with a heavy heart he let
himself drop off. A complete somersault was the immediate result, and as
he rose from his discomfiture and shook off the dust, he heard the
Captain's laugh now far off. He hastened home and recounted the
adventures of the day.
"I saw the spill," said L'Estrange, "from the Club windows. And so you
had to drop, Johnny! Aha! so like De Vere,--he is such a mad-cap; but I
fear a bad bird, too."
Johnny knew not whether to like the Captain or not.
On his arrival at the Towers the Captain made his brothers laugh too at
Johnny's expense; but steadily refused to tell Miss Ravensworth's name
unless the Earl promised to pay his Christmas bills; no sinecure if
report said true. However, he hiccoughed it out that night over his
toddy in the smoking-room, and was much surprised when his brother knew
it next day, wondering how he had found it out, and accusing Arranmore
as a traitor of course.
CHAPTER V.
"And bright
The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men;
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes looked love to eyes that spoke again,
And all went merry as a marriage-bell."--_Childe Harold._
"Deep lay the snow on the ground below,
And leaden was the air;
The icicles white hung glittering bright
From the pine-tree's branches bare."--_Ballad._
Weeks passed by. Still the prospect of Ellen's becoming acquainted with
Lord Wentworth seemed distant as ever. Occasionally she saw him in
church; occasionally either he or his brothers would rein up their
carriage at Seaview, and take her brother a drive; but still no advance
towards friendship was made. She began to grow hopeless, and to fancy
her bright dreams were like the mirage of the desert, only feeding vain
desires, and leaving her thirsty as before.
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