Tristram of Blent: An Episode in the Story of an Ancient HouseHope, Anthony
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Tristram of Blent: An Episode in the Story of an Ancient House
Hope, Anthony
England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
Harry Tristram was just on twenty-three; to others, and to himself too
perhaps (if a man himself can attain any clear view), he seemed older.
Even the externals of his youth had differed from the common run. Sent
to school like other boys, he had come home from Harrow one Easter for
the usual short holiday. He had never returned; he had not gone to the
University; he had been abroad a good deal, travelling and studying, but
always in his mother's company. It was known that she was in bad health;
it was assumed that either she was very exacting or he very devoted,
since to separate him from her appeared impossible. Yet those who
observed them together saw no imperiousness on her part and no excess of
sentiment on his. Friendliness based on a thorough sympathy of mind was
his attitude if his demeanor revealed it truly; while Lady Tristram was
to her son as she was to all the world at this time, a creature of
feelings now half cold and of moods that reflected palely the intense
impulses of her youth. But a few years over forty, she grew faded and
faint in mind, it seemed, as well as in body, and was no longer a merry
comrade to the boy who never left her. Yet he did not wish to leave her.
To her, indeed, he was not a boy, and nobody about the place regarded
him as other than a man. He had been actually and effectively master of
the house for years, just as he was master of his own doings, of his
friendships, recreations, and pursuits. And he had managed all well,
except that he was not thought to be very happy or to get much enjoyment
from his life. That was just an idea he gave of himself, and gave
involuntarily--in spite of taking his fair share in the amusements of
the neighborhood, and holding his own well in its sports and athletics.
But he was considered cold and very reserved. Had Mina Zabriska
remembered this use of "reserve," perhaps she would have employed the
word instead of "wariness." Or perhaps, if his acquaintances had looked
more keenly, they would have come over to Mina's side and found her term
the more accurate. She spoke from a fresher and sharper impression of
him.
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