However I soon found, that the moment they were assured that I was in
reality an Englishman, they all spoke English, and exceedingly well too.
Our meal was finished, and I was standing at the window looking out on a
small lawn, where evergreens of the most beautiful kinds were checkered
with little round clumps of most luxuriant hollyhocks, and the fruit trees
in the neighborhood were absolutely bending to the earth under their loads
of apples and pears. Presently my friend came up to me; my curiosity
could no longer be restrained.
“Pray, my good sir, what peculiar cause, may I ask, have you for showing
me, an entire stranger to you, all this unexpected kindness? I am fully
aware that I have no claim on you.”
“My good boy, you say true; but I have spent the greatest part of my life
in London, although a Hamburgher born, and I consider you, therefore, in
the light of a countryman. Besides, I will not conceal that your gallant
bearing before Davoust riveted my attention, and engaged my good wishes.”
“But how come you to have so much influence with the general, I mean?”
“For several reasons,” he replied. “For those, amongst others, you heard
the colonel--who has taken the small liberty of turning me out of my own
house in Hamburgh--mention last night at supper. But a man like Davoust
cannot be judged of by common rules. He has, in short, taken a fancy to
me, for which you may thank your stars although your life has been
actually saved by the Prince having burned his fingers,--But here comes
my father.”
A venerable old man entered the room, leaning on his stick. I was
introduced in due form.
“He had breakfasted in his own room,” he said, “having been ailing; but he
could not rest quietly, after he had heard there was an Englishman in the
house, until he had himself welcomed him.”
I shall never forget the kindness I experienced from these worthy people.
For three days I was fed and clothed by them as if I had been a member of
the family.
Like a boy as I was, I had risen on the fourth morning at grey dawn, to be
aiding in dragging the fish-pond, so that it might be cleaned out.
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