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The father, Sir Reginald Delme, a man of strong feelings and social habits, never recovered this blow. Henry Delme was barely fifteen when he was called to the baronetcy and to the possession of the Delme estates. It was found that Sir Reginald had been more generous than the world had given him credit for, and that his estates were much encumbered.
Julia Vernon saw much of this, and maiden delicacy told her it was not meet they should be alone. "Let us join the crowd!" said she. "We shall probably meet our party in the long walk: if not, we will try the ball room." Poor Julia! little was her heart in unison with that joyous scene! By the eve of the morrow, Delme was many leagues from her and his family.
Twenty-four hours at Delme sufficed to inspect the alterations, and to give orders as to Lady Delme's rooms. Sir Henry had received two letters from Julia, while at Malvern, and both were written in great spirits. At his club in London another awaited him, which stated that she had not been quite so well, and that she was writing from her room. A postscript from Mrs.
Mary! if father would but give us a cow or so!" This little incident decided the matter. Delme at once resolved that Mary Smith should have a cow or so; and also that his own health would be greatly benefited, by a short sojourn at Leamington. The Meeting. "Oh ever loving, lovely, and beloved!
After the incident we have related in the last chapter, George Delme, contrary to Sir Henry's previous misgivings, enjoyed a good night's rest, and arose tolerably calm and refreshed. The following night he was attacked with palpitation of the heart. His brother and Thompson felt greatly alarmed; but after an hour's severe suffering, the paroxysm left him.
Delancey pressed his hand gratefully. It was at a somewhat late hour that Delme joined Acme and his brother; declining the hearty invitation of the Quartermaster to come down to his quarters. "He could give him a devilled turkey and a capital cigar." Oliver Delancey.
A change shadowed the face, as from some corporeal pang. She tried to raise an ebony cross hung round her neck. In the effort, her features became convulsed and George heard a low gurgling in the throat, as from suffocation. Ah! that awful precursor of "the first dark hour of nothingness." George Delme sprang to his feet, and was supporting her head, when the physician grasped his arm.
From Borghetto, they proceeded to the village of Torre, where Delme was glad to accept the hospitable offer of its Priest, and procure seats for himself and George, in the balcony of his little cottage. From this point, they looked down on the arena of war. There it lay, serene and basking in the rays of the meridian sun. On either side, were the purple summits of the Gualandra hills.
Their drive over, Delme felt more tranquil as to George's state of mind, and more inclined to look on the bright side, as to his future fortunes. Acme was waiting to receive them, and as she scanned George's features, Delme could not but observe the affectionate solicitude that marked her glance and manner. Let it not be thought we would make vice seductive!
Up rises then each hearty bacchanal! thrice waving the clear tinkling crystal, ere he emits that joyful burst, fresh from the heart, which from his uncontrolled emotion, meets the ear husky and indistinct. Delme squeezed the lemons into not a bad substitute for a bowl, viz. a red earthen vase of rough workmanship, but elegant shape, somewhat resembling a modern wine cooler.
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