Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 407 pages of information about Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Complete.

Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 407 pages of information about Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Complete.
been for her pride.  It may save her yet.  However good-looking, she will remember her dignity—­unless he’s a villain.  Runnings away! drivings together! inns oh! the story over London!  I do believe she has a true friend in you, Mr. Morsfield; and I say, as I have said before, the sight of a devoted admirer would have brought any husband of more than sixty to his senses, if he hadn’t hoped a catastrophe and determined on it.  Catch them we can’t, unless she repents and relents; and prayers for that are our only resource.  Now, start, man, do!’

The postillion had his foot in position to spring.  Morsfield bawled Cumnock’s name, and bestrode his horse.  Captain Cumnock emerged from the inn-yard with a dubitative step, pressing a handkerchief to his nose, blinking, and scrutinizing the persistent fresh stains on it.

Stable-boys were at the rear.  These, ducking and springing, surcharged and copious exponents of the play they had seen, related, for the benefit of the town, how that the two gentlemen had exchanged words in the yard, which were about beastly pistols, which the slim gentleman would have none of; and then the big one trips up, like dancing, to the other one and flicks him a soft clap on the check—­quite friendly, you may say; and before he can square to it, the slim one he steps his hind leg half a foot back, and he drives a straight left like lightning off the shoulder slick on to t’ other one’s nob, and over he rolls, like a cart with the shafts up down a bank; and he’ a been washing his ‘chops’ and threatening bullets ever since.

The exact account of the captain’s framework in the process of the fall was graphically portrayed in our blunt and racy vernacular, which a society nourished upon Norman-English and English-Latin banishes from print, largely to its impoverishment, some think.

By the time the primary narrative of the encounter in the inn yard had given ground for fancy and ornament to present it in yet more luscious dress, Lord Ormont’s phaeton was a good mile on the road.  Morsfield and Captain Cumnock—­the latter inquisitive of the handkerchief pressed occasionally at his nose—­trotted on tired steeds along dusty wheel-tracks.  Mrs. Pagnell was the solitary of the chariot, having a horrid couple of loaded pistols to intimidate her for her protection, and the provoking back view of a regularly jogging mannikin under a big white hat with blue riband, who played the part of Time in dragging her along, with worse than no countenance for her anxieties.

News of the fugitives was obtained at the rampant Red Lion in Dudsworth, nine miles on along the London road, to the extent that the Earl of Ormont’s phaeton, containing a lady and a gentleman, had stopped there a minute to send back word to Steignton of their comfortable progress, and expectations of crossing the borders into Hampshire before sunset.  Morsfield and Cumnock shrugged at the bumpkin artifice.  They left their line of route to be communicated to the chariot, and chose, with practised acumen, that very course, which was the main road, and rewarded them at the end of half an hour with sight of the Steignton phaeton.

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