Celt and Saxon — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 253 pages of information about Celt and Saxon — Complete.

Celt and Saxon — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 253 pages of information about Celt and Saxon — Complete.

He subsided again; then deeply beseeching asked: 

’Have you by chance a portrait of the gentleman, Miss Adister?  Is there one anywhere?’

Caroline stood at her piano, turning over the leaves of a music-book, with a pressure on her eyelids.  She was near upon being thrilled in spite of an astonishment almost petrifying:  and she could nearly have smiled, so strange was his fraternal adoption, amounting to a vivification—­of his brother’s passion.  He seemed quite naturally to impersonate Philip.  She wondered, too, in the coolness of her alien blood, whether he was a character, or merely an Irish character.  As to the unwontedness of the scene, Ireland was chargeable with that; and Ireland also, a little at his expense as a citizen of the polite world, relieved him of the extreme ridicule attached to his phrases and images.

She replied:  ‘We have no portrait.’

‘May I beg to know, have you seen him?’ said Patrick.  Caroline shook her head.

‘Is there no telling what he is like, Miss Adister?’

‘He is not young.’

‘An old man!’

She had not said that, and she wished to defend her cousin from the charge of contracting such an alliance, but Patrick’s face had brightened out of a gloom of stupefaction; he assured her he was now ready to try his voice with hers, only she was to excuse a touch of hoarseness; he felt it slightly in his throat:  and could he, she asked him, wonder at it after his morning’s bath?

He vindicated the saneness of the bath as well as he was able, showing himself at least a good reader of music.  On the whole, he sang pleasantly, particularly French songs.  She complimented him, with an emphasis on the French.  He said, yes, he fancied he did best in French, and he had an idea of settling in France, if he found that he could not live quietly in his own country.

’And becoming a Frenchman?’said Caroline.

‘Why not?’ said he.  ’I ’m more at home with French people; they’re mostly of my creed; they’re amiable, though they weren’t quite kind to poor Lally Tollendal.  I like them.  Yes, I love France, and when I’m called upon to fix myself, as I suppose I shall be some day, I shan’t have the bother over there that I should find here.’

She spoke reproachfully:  ‘Have you no pride in the title of Englishman?’

’I ‘m an Irishman.’

‘We are one nation.’

‘And it’s one family where the dog is pulled by the collar.’

There was a retort on him:  she saw, as it were, the box, but the lid would not open to assist her to it, and she let it go by, thinking in her patriotic derision, that to choose to be likened to the unwilling dog of the family was evidence of a want of saving pride.

Besides, she could not trust to the glibness of her tongue in a contest with a young gentleman to whom talking was as easy as breathing, even if sometimes his volubility exposed him to attack.  A superior position was offered her by her being silent and critical.  She stationed herself on it:  still she was grieved to think of him as a renegade from his country, and she forced herself to say:  ‘Captain O’Donnell talks in that manner.’

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