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Realities or shams might be studied with squires no less than with farmers; besides, he had taken a liking to Travers. That graceful /ci-devant/ Wildair, with the slight form and the delicate face, was unlike rural squires in general. Kenelm paused, and then said frankly, "I accept your invitation. Would the middle of next week suit you?" "The sooner the better. Why not to-morrow?"
In the first he gently scolded Kenelm for going away without communicating any address; and stated the acquaintance he had formed with Gordon, the favourable impression that young gentleman had made on him, the transfer of the L20,000 and the invitation given to Gordon, the Traverses, and Lady Glenalvon.
"Honestly speaking, I do not." "Any counter-attraction? There are some things in which sons do not confide in their fathers. You have never heard that Kenelm has been a little wild?" "Wild he is, as the noble savage who ran in the woods," said Cousin Mivers. "You frighten me!" "Before the noble savage ran across the squaws, and was wise enough to run away from them.
Then he rose with a quick, brisk movement, and pulled the bell hastily. A neat maid-servant entered, a strange face to Kenelm. Melville gave her some brief message. "He has had joyous news," thought Kenelm. "He has sent for his wife that she may share his joy." Presently the door opened, and entered not Lily, but Mrs. Cameron. She looked changed.
A young man thus honoured by so /grande/ a dame as Lady Glenalvon could not but be cordially welcomed by all to whom she presented him, Ministers and Parliamentary leaders, ball-givers, and beauties in vogue, even authors and artists; and there was something in Kenelm Chillingly, in his striking countenance and figure, in that calm ease of manner natural to his indifference to effect, which seemed to justify the favour shown to him by the brilliant princess of fashion and mark him out for general observation.
Now there appeared at the open window a stout, burly, middle-aged gentleman, looking every inch of him a family man, a moneyed man, sleek and prosperous. He was bald, fresh-coloured, and with light whiskers. "Holloa," he said, in an accent very slightly foreign, and with a loud clear voice, which Kenelm heard distinctly, "is it not time for you to come in?"
"You are right there; but I should tell you that, now Kenelm has come back, Sir Peter has set his heart on his son's being your rival." "For Cecilia?" "Perhaps; but certainly for Parliamentary reputation. The senior member for the county means to retire, and Sir Peter has been urged to allow his son to be brought forward, from what I hear, with the certainty of success."
"Madam," answered Kenelm very earnestly, "believe me, that had I not entertained the hope approaching to conviction that the reasons you urge against my presumption will not have the weight with my parents which you ascribe to them, I should not have spoken to you thus frankly. Young though I be, still I might fairly claim the right to choose for myself in marriage.
But he must be a good fellow to have come at once for his niece in the dead of the night." About nine o'clock Kenelm presented himself again at the Temperance Hotel, inquired for Mr. Bovill, and was shown by the prim maid-servant into the drawing-room, where he found Mr. Bovill seated amicably at breakfast with his niece, who of course was still in boy's clothing, having no other costume at hand.
Letter to sir Kenelm Digby, prefixed to the Religio Medici, fol. edit. Digby's Letter to Browne, prefixed to the Religio Medici, fol. edit. Life of sir Thomas Browne. Merryweather's letter, inserted in the Life of sir Thomas Browne. Life of sir Thomas Browne. Wood's Athenae Oxonienses. Wood. Whitefoot. Howell's Letters. Religio Medici. Life of sir Thomas Browne.
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