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It was over in ten minutes more, and Doubledick returned to the spot where he had laid the best friend man ever had on a coat spread upon the wet clay. Major Taunton's uniform was opened at the breast, and on his shirt were three little spots of blood. "Dear Doubledick," said he, "I am dying."
Ernest Law's "History of Hampton Court"; Strickland's "Queens of England"; Taunton's "Thomas Wolsey, Legate and Reformer"; and Cavendish's "Life of Wolsey." Here I am tempted to hark back to the modern manner of producing Shakespeare, and to say a few words in extenuation of those methods, which have been assailed in a recent article with almost equal brilliancy and vehemence.
Hard by, and in close proximity to the county cricket ground, is the Priory Barn, the only remnant of Taunton's once considerable and wealthy priory: note the windows perhaps insertions from other fragments of the monastic buildings.
Many a French officer had he seen since that day; many a dreadful night, in searching with men and lanterns for his wounded, had he relieved French officers lying disabled; but the mental picture and the reality had never come together. Though he was weak and suffered pain, he lost not an hour in getting down to Frome in Somersetshire, where Taunton's mother lived.
How, returning homewards, an invalided hero, Captain Doubledick becomes, in a manner, soon afterwards, the adopted son of Major Taunton's mother!
"The change in my brother is remarkable," Ethel declared. "It was a very happy thought that made us let him go with you." "I'm not responsible," George rejoined. "You have the country to thank. In some way, it's a hard land; but it's a good one." "Perhaps something is due to Miss Taunton's influence." Edgar leaned over the back of the seat.
Beyond his duty he appeared to have but two remaining cares in life, one, to preserve the little packet of hair he was to give to Taunton's mother; the other, to encounter that French officer who had rallied the men under whose fire Taunton fell.
"Oh, them," said Tam in an extravagant tone of surprise, "they're comin' back, Captain Blackie, sir-r a' five, one with an engine that's runnin' no' so sweet that'll be Mister Gordon's, A'm thinkin'." Captain Blackie turned to the other incredulously. "You can hear them?" he asked. "I hear nothing." "It's the smell of Master Taunton's seegair in your ears," said Tam.
Napoleon Bonaparte had likewise begun to stir against us in India, and most men could read the signs of the great troubles that were coming on. In the very next year, when we formed an alliance with Austria against him, Captain Taunton's regiment was on service in India. And there was not a finer non-commissioned officer in it, no, nor in the whole line than Corporal Richard Doubledick.
After securing her purchase, she repaired at once to Lord Taunton's a kinsman of Cedric's 'twas possible he would be stopping there. But he was not. She rode from place to place, hoping at every turn to see him; but to her chagrin she found him not, even at a certain inn in Covent Garden, where he had been wont to stay. She drove in her cream-hued coach to the Mall, but he was not to be found.
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