Evan Harrington — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 675 pages of information about Evan Harrington — Complete.

Evan Harrington — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 675 pages of information about Evan Harrington — Complete.

’Andrew, I hope, has received the most kind invitations of the Jocelyns.  He must come.  Melville must talk with him about the votes of his abominable brother in Fallow field.  We must elect Melville and have the family indebted to us.  But pray be careful that Andrew speaks not a word to his odious brother about our location here.  It would set him dead against these hospitable Jocelyns.  It will perhaps be as well, dear Harriet, if you do not accompany Andrew.  You would not be able to account for him quite thoroughly.  Do as you like—­I do but advise, and you know I may be trusted—­for our sakes, dear one!  I am working for Carry to come with Andrew.  Beautiful women always welcome.  A prodigy!—­if they wish to astonish the Duke.  Adieu!  Heaven bless your babes!’

The night passes, and the Countess pursues: 

’Awakened by your fresh note from a dream of Evan on horseback, and a multitude hailing him Count Jocelyn for Fallow field!  A morning dream.  They might desire that he should change his name; but “Count” is preposterous, though it may conceal something.

’You say Andrew will come, and talk of his bringing Caroline.  Anything to give our poor darling a respite from her brute.  You deserve great credit for your managing of that dear little good-natured piece of obstinate man.  I will at once see to prepare dear Caroline’s welcome, and trust her stay may be prolonged in the interest of common humanity.  They have her story here already.

’Conning has come in, and says that young Mr. Harry Jocelyn will be here this morning from Fallow field, where he has been cricketing.  The family have not spoken of him in my hearing.  He is not, I think, in good odour at home—­a scapegrace.  Rose’s maid, Polly, quite flew out when I happened to mention him, and broke one of my laces.  These English maids are domesticated savage animals.

’My chocolate is sent up, exquisitely concocted, in plate of the purest quality—­lovely little silver cups!  I have already quite set the fashion for the ladies to have chocolate in bed.  The men, I hear, complain that there is no lady at the breakfast-table.  They have Miss Carrington to superintend.  I read, in the subdued satisfaction of her eyes (completely without colour), how much she thanks me and the institution of chocolate in bed.  Poor Miss Carrington is no match for her opportunities.  One may give them to her without dread.

’It is ten on the Sabbath morn.  The sweet churchbells are ringing.  It seems like a dream.  There is nothing but the religion attaches me to England; but that—­is not that everything?  How I used to sigh on Sundays to hear them in Portugal!

’I have an idea of instituting toilette-receptions.  They will not please Miss Carrington so well.

’Now to the peaceful village church, and divine worship.  Adieu, my dear.  I kiss my fingers to Silva.  Make no effort to amuse him.  He is always occupied.  Bread!—­he asks no more.  Adieu!  Carry will be invited with your little man ....  You unhappily unable ....  She, the sister I pine to see, to show her worthy of my praises.  Expectation and excitement!  Adieu!’

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