Varney the Vampire eBook

Thomas Peckett Prest
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 963 pages of information about Varney the Vampire.

“Admiral Bell,” he said, “you have nothing to do with this business; we can not blame you for the heartlessness of another.  I have but one favour to ask of you.”

“What—­what can I do?”

“Say no more about him at all.”

“I can’t help saying something about him.  You ought to turn me out of the house.”

“Heaven forbid!  What for?”

“Because I’m his uncle—­his d——­d old fool of an uncle, that always thought so much of him.”

“Nay, my good sir, that was a fault on the right side, and cannot discredit you.  I thought him the most perfect of human beings.”

“Oh, if I could but have guessed this.”

“It was impossible.  Such duplicity never was equalled in this world—­it was impossible to foresee it.”

“Hold—­hold! did he give you fifty pounds?”

“What?”

“Did he give you fifty pounds?”

“Give me fifty pounds!  Most decidedly not; what made you think of such a thing?”

“Because to-day he borrowed fifty pounds of me, he said, to lend to you.”

“I never heard of the transaction until this moment.”

“The villain!”

“No, doubt, sir, he wanted that amount to expedite his progress abroad.”

“Well, now, damme, if an angel had come to me and said ’Hilloa!  Admiral Bell, your nephew, Charles Holland, is a thundering rogue,’ I should have said ‘You’re a liar!’”

“This is fighting against facts, my dear sir.  He is gone—­mention him no more; forget him, as I shall endeavour myself to do, and persuade my poor sister to do.”

“Poor girl! what can we say to her?”

“Nothing, but give her all the letters, and let her be at once satisfied of the worthlessness of him she loved.”

“The best way.  Her woman’s pride will then come to her help.”

“I hope it will.  She is of an honourable race, and I am sure she will not condescend to shed a tear for such a man as Charles Holland has proved himself to be.”

“D—­n him, I’ll find him out, and make him fight you.  He shall give you satisfaction.”

“No, no.”

“No?  But he shall.”

“I cannot fight with him.”

“You cannot?”

“Certainly not.  He is too far beneath me now.  I cannot fight on honourable terms with one whom I despise as too dishonourable to contend with.  I have nothing now but silence and contempt.”

“I have though, for I’ll break his neck when I see him, or he shall break mine.  The villain!  I’m ashamed to stay here, my young friend.”

“How mistaken a view you take of this matter, my dear sir.  As Admiral Bell, a gentleman, a brave officer, and a man of the purest and most unblemished honour, you confer a distinction upon us by your presence here.”

The admiral wrung Henry by the hand, as he said,—­

“To-morrow—­wait till to-morrow; we will talk over this matter to morrow—­I cannot to-night, I have not patience; but to-morrow, my dear boy, we will have it all out.  God bless you.  Good night.”

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