A Changed Man; and other tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 338 pages of information about A Changed Man; and other tales.

A Changed Man; and other tales eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 338 pages of information about A Changed Man; and other tales.

‘Read it!’ said we.

‘No,’ said she; ’the light is bad, and I can remember it well enough, word for word, flourishes and all.’  We could not be choosers in the circumstances, and she began.

* * * * *

’There are two in it, of course, the man and the woman, and it was on an evening in September that she first got to know him.  There had not been such a grand gathering on the Esplanade all the season.  His Majesty King George the Third was present, with all the princesses and royal dukes, while upwards of three hundred of the general nobility and other persons of distinction were also in the town at the time.  Carriages and other conveyances were arriving every minute from London and elsewhere; and when among the rest a shabby stage-coach came in by a by-route along the coast from Havenpool, and drew up at a second-rate tavern, it attracted comparatively little notice.

’From this dusty vehicle a man alighted, left his small quantity of luggage temporarily at the office, and walked along the street as if to look for lodgings.

’He was about forty-five—­possibly fifty—­and wore a long coat of faded superfine cloth, with a heavy collar, and a hunched-up neckcloth.  He seemed to desire obscurity.

’But the display appeared presently to strike him, and he asked of a rustic he met in the street what was going on; his accent being that of one to whom English pronunciation was difficult.

’The countryman looked at him with a slight surprise, and said, “King Jarge is here and his royal Cwort.”

’The stranger inquired if they were going to stay long.

’"Don’t know, Sir.  Same as they always do, I suppose.”

’"How long is that?”

’"Till some time in October.  They’ve come here every summer since eighty-nine.”

’The stranger moved onward down St. Thomas Street, and approached the bridge over the harbour backwater, that then, as now, connected the old town with the more modern portion.  The spot was swept with the rays of a low sun, which lit up the harbour lengthwise, and shone under the brim of the man’s hat and into his eyes as he looked westward.  Against the radiance figures were crossing in the opposite direction to his own; among them this lady of my mother’s later acquaintance, Mademoiselle V—.  She was the daughter of a good old French family, and at that date a pale woman, twenty-eight or thirty years of age, tall and elegant in figure, but plainly dressed and wearing that evening (she said) a small muslin shawl crossed over the bosom in the fashion of the time, and tied behind.

’At sight of his face, which, as she used to tell us, was unusually distinct in the peering sunlight, she could not help giving a little shriek of horror, for a terrible reason connected with her history, and after walking a few steps further, she sank down against the parapet of the bridge in a fainting fit.

’In his preoccupation the foreign gentleman had hardly noticed her, but her strange collapse immediately attracted his attention.  He quickly crossed the carriageway, picked her up, and carried her into the first shop adjoining the bridge, explaining that she was a lady who had been taken ill outside.

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