Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 08
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"My lord! do not think so meanly of the creature of your bounty as to
suppose that, whatever may be the nature of your communication, I shall
ever use it to your prejudice."
"Make no rash promises, Mr Mortlake. Hear me, and decide. I told you Sir
Edward Vavasour was no more; and yet he is only so in one sense--his
title is merged in a higher one: he is now Lord Mortlake!"
"Gracious Providence! Sir Edward Vavasour Lord Mortlake? Can it be
possible?"
"It _is_ possible; Lord Mortlake is before you. But hear me out. You are
probably aware that the late Sir Thomas Vavasour had a younger brother,
Richard; and it has perhaps come to your knowledge that he was married
to Miss Mortlake, a lady of birth and fortune, the daughter of an
extensive proprietor in Antigua. Mrs Vavasour was a Creole by birth, and
a woman of violent passions. Her husband led a very unenviable
life--but let me pass that over. Of that marriage I was the sole
offspring, and was named heir by my maternal grandfather to his large
estates, after the demise of my parents. This equitable arrangement of
his property created a prejudice in my mother's mind against me, as she
could not brook the idea of being interfered with in the use of that
which she thought she was entitled to enjoy without control. When my
father died, I was placed under the superintendence of my uncle, Sir
Thomas, who, himself a proud and passionate man, had a great contempt
for his equally proud and passionate sister-in-law; hence a new seed of
enmity was sown.
"My mother wished to make a fine gentleman of me: my uncle detested the
whole tribe of 'puppies,' and determined to make a man of me. He
carefully provided for my education; and, at the proper time, placed me
in the Temple, where I studied jurisprudence for a few years with
considerable success. The heir of a large estate, my uncle never wished
me to do more than acquire habits of industry and application. My mother
did all she could to unsettle me--but in vain. I had a will of my own,
and was by no means disposed to become her vassal.
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