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 shall now have a double value for it, Miss Ravensworth, since you
have worn it."
"Oh, don't say so," exclaimed Ellen.
"Well, I hope we may have the pleasure of seeing you at the Towers some
day. Do you know, Miss Ravensworth, I dreamed about you last night!"
"What nonsense you do talk, Wentworth," said Lady Florence.
"No nonsense; it is true."
"What did you dream, Lord Wentworth?" said Ellen, regaining her courage.
"Oh, do tell me."
"No, you would be so angry."
"Oh, I wouldn't, do tell me."
"Very well, you have promised. I dreamed then--but mercy on us, where
are we going to?"
This exclamation was caused by a sudden swerve, and then as sudden a
descent of the sleigh downwards at an angle of 45 deg.. Frank had driven on
steadily enough till he came to the Queen's Drive,[C] a fine road
surrounding Arthur's Seat. Just as the sleigh was gliding along above
the Loch of Duddingston, feeling cold, he had given the reins to Johnny
for a moment, while he lighted a cigar and took a pull at the brandy
flask; but no sooner did the spirited horses perceive another, and
weaker, hand guided them, than they left the road, and swinging round
plunged down the steep decline towards the Loch.
"God save us!" cried Frank as he seized the reins from the terrified
boy, "where _are_ you going?" He then by a masterpiece of driving
managed to guide the impetuous horses down without overthrowing the
sleigh, and adroitly brought them round just as they seemed to be about
plunging into the thinly frozen-over lake; he then brought them up with
a sharp turn, and as he viewed their tracks down the hill now that
danger was over, burst into a fit of laughter as his brother put out his
head from the inside, and sternly demanded from Frank the meaning of
such an ill-timed practical joke. As soon as Frank could speak, he told
the whole occurrence, which in its turn made the occupants of the inside
laugh too, though the ladies but a few minutes before were screaming in
terror; at least two of them, for Lady Edith was as self-possessed as
any of her brothers. Frank promised not to trust Johnny again, and they
then proceeded homewards, dropping Ellen and her brother at their home,
and getting in return the far-famed cloak. They found the Captain and
Arranmore already at the Towers, and the former told in great glee how
they had twice come to grief--nearly overturned the mail coach, and
quite overthrown a cart full of apples.
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