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When he was in London with Etta Sydney Bamborough he did not, however, forget Osterno. He only longed for the time when he could take Etta freely into his confidence and engage her interest in the object of his ambition namely, to make the huge Osterno estate into that lump of leaven which might in time leaven the whole of the empire.
In the sonnets "At Tynemouth," "At Bamborough Castle," and indeed in all, more or less, there is first the attempt to paint directly what the eye sees, not the generalised and academic view of the type-scene by a type-poet which had been the fashion for so long; and secondly, the attempt to connect this vision with personal experience, passion, or meditation.
High above the yellow sand that borders the fierce North Sea on the extreme north of the Northumbrian coast still stands the castle of Bamborough. Many a fierce invasion has it withstood during the thousand odd years since first King Ida placed his stronghold there.
He was, in fact, young for his years, and what is youth but a happy ignorance? It is only when we know too much that Gravity marks us for her own. Mrs. Sydney Bamborough looked up at him with a certain admiration. This man was like a mountain breeze to one who has breathed nothing but the faded air of drawing-rooms. She drew in her train with a pretty curve of her gloved wrist.
However, I am indifferent. The virtue of the violet is its own reward, perhaps, for the rose always wins." He crossed the room toward Mrs. Sydney Bamborough, who was standing near the mantelpiece. Her left hand was hanging idly by her side. He took the white fingers and gallantly raised them to his lips, but before they had reached that fount of truth and wisdom she jerked her hand away.
Andrews the greatest ship ever seen in those days when she drove ashore one stormy night off Bamborough. And of her passengers, one, the Abbot of St. Colomb, was long held to ransom by James Carr, a deed the consequences of which, in those days of an all-powerful Church, might be dreadful to contemplate. Pitscottie says the "Bishop's Barge" cost her owner something like £10,000 sterling.
But here the Earl of Bamborough stepped into the room and, closing the door, bowed to the company. "Gentlemen," said he, "I have the honor to salute you! Viscount your most dutiful, humble, obedient father to command." "My Lord," answered the Viscount, gravely returning his father's bow, "your Lordship's most obliged and grateful son!"
"Who was Sydney Bamborough, at any rate?" he asked, with a careless assumption of a slanginess which is affected by society in its decadent periods. "So far as I remember," answered Steinmetz, "he was something in the Diplomatic Service." "Yes, but what?" "My dear friend, you had better ask his widow when next you sit beside her at dinner." "How do you know that I sat beside her at dinner?"
About ten miles off this road, and reached by narrow byways, is the pleasant little seacoast village of Bamborough, and the fame of its castle tempted us to visit it.
Her fingers were scraping nervously at the silk of her dress, like the fingers of a child seeking support. She seemed to lose several inches of her majestic stature. "What do you mean?" she whispered. "What do you mean?" "Sydney Bamborough is your husband," said the Frenchman, without taking his dull eyes from her face. "He is dead!" she hissed. "Prove it!"
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