Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 654 pages of information about Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete.

Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 654 pages of information about Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Complete.
after the Ciceronic model, inanimate objects were personified, and Richard’s table-napkin and vacant chair were invoked to follow the steps of a peerless father, and uphold with his dignity the honour of the Feverels.  Austin Wentworth, whom a soldier’s death compelled to take his father’s place in support of the toast, was tame after such magniloquence.  But the reply, the thanks which young Richard should have delivered in person were not forthcoming.  Adrian’s oratory had given but a momentary life to napkin and chair.  The company of honoured friends, and aunts and uncles, remotest cousins, were glad to disperse and seek amusement in music and tea.  Sir Austin did his utmost to be hospitable cheerful, and requested them to dance.  If he had desired them to laugh he would have been obeyed, and in as hearty a manner.

“How triste!” said Mrs. Doria Forey to Lobourne’s curate, as that most enamoured automaton went through his paces beside her with professional stiffness.

“One who does not suffer can hardly assent,” the curate answered, basking in her beams.

“Ah, you are good!” exclaimed the lady.  “Look at my Clare.  She will not dance on her cousin’s birthday with anyone but him.  What are we to do to enliven these people?”

“Alas, madam! you cannot do for all what you do for one,” the curate sighed, and wherever she wandered in discourse, drew her back with silken strings to gaze on his enamoured soul.

He was the only gratified stranger present.  The others had designs on the young heir.  Lady Attenbury of Longford House had brought her highly-polished specimen of market-ware, the Lady Juliana Jaye, for a first introduction to him, thinking he had arrived at an age to estimate and pine for her black eyes and pretty pert mouth.  The Lady Juliana had to pair off with a dapper Papworth, and her mama was subjected to the gallantries of Sir Miles, who talked land and steam-engines to her till she was sick, and had to be impertinent in self-defence.  Lady Blandish, the delightful widow, sat apart with Adrian, and enjoyed his sarcasms on the company.  By ten at night the poor show ended, and the rooms were dark, dark as the prognostics multitudinously hinted by the disappointed and chilled guests concerning the probable future of the hope of Raynham.  Little Clare kissed her mama, curtsied to the lingering curate, and went to bed like a very good girl.  Immediately the maid had departed, little Clare deliberately exchanged night, attire for that of day.  She was noted as an obedient child.  Her light was allowed to burn in her room for half-an-hour, to counteract her fears of the dark.  She took the light, and stole on tiptoe to Richard’s room.  No Richard was there.  She peeped in further and further.  A trifling agitation of the curtains shot her back through the door and along the passage to her own bedchamber with extreme expedition.  She was not much alarmed, but feeling guilty she was on her guard.  In a

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