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.
subject!  All understood that Cupid had twanged his bow, and transfixed a peer of Britain for the fiftieth time:  but none would perceive, though he vouched for it with his most eloquent oaths, that this was a totally different case from the antecedent ones.  So it had been sworn to them too frequently before.  He was as a man with mighty tidings, and no language:  intensely communicative, but inarticulate.  Good round oaths had formerly compassed and expounded his noble emotions.  They were now quite beyond the comprehension of blasphemy, even when emphasized, and by this the poor lord divinely felt the case was different.  There is something impressive in a great human hulk writhing under the unutterable torments of a mastery he cannot contend with, or account for, or explain by means of intelligible words.  At first he took refuge in the depths of his contempt for women.  Cupid gave him line.  When he had come to vent his worst of them, the fair face now stamped on his brain beamed the more triumphantly:  so the harpooned whale rose to the surface, and after a few convulsions, surrendered his huge length.  My lord was in love with Richard’s young wife.  He gave proofs of it by burying himself beside her.  To her, could she have seen it, he gave further proofs of a real devotion, in affecting, and in her presence feeling, nothing beyond a lively interest in her well-being.  This wonder, that when near her he should be cool and composed, and when away from her wrapped in a tempest of desires, was matter for what powers of cogitation the heavy nobleman possessed.

The Hon. Peter, tired of his journeys to and fro, urged him to press the business.  Lord Mountfalcon was wiser, or more scrupulous, than his parasite.  Almost every evening he saw Lucy.  The inexperienced little wife apprehended no harm in his visits.  Moreover, Richard had commended her to the care of Lord Mountfalcon, and Lady Judith.  Lady Judith had left the Island for London:  Lord Mountfalcon remained.  There could be no harm.  If she had ever thought so, she no longer did.  Secretly, perhaps, she was flattered.  Lord Mountfalcon was as well educated as it is the fortune of the run of titled elder sons to be:  he could talk and instruct:  he was a lord:  and he let her understand that he was wicked, very wicked, and that she improved him.  The heroine, in common with the hero, has her ambition to be of use in the world—­to do some good:  and the task of reclaiming a bad man is extremely seductive to good women.  Dear to their tender bosoms as old china is a bad man they are mending!  Lord Mountfalcon had none of the arts of a libertine:  his gold, his title, and his person had hitherto preserved him from having long to sigh in vain, or sigh at all, possibly:  the Hon. Peter did his villanies for him.  No alarm was given to Lucy’s pure instinct, as might have been the case had my lord been over-adept.  It was nice in her martyrdom to have a true friend to support her, and really to be able to do something for that friend.  Too simple-minded to think much of his lordship’s position, she was yet a woman.  “He, a great nobleman, does not scorn to acknowledge me, and think something of me,” may have been one of the half-thoughts passing through her now and then, as she reflected in self-defence on the proud family she had married into.

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