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Updated: September 5, 2025
Dangerfield would have given the brute a slap in the face, but that he knew how that would affect Miss Rebecca Chattesworth. 'So, Madam, said he, standing up abruptly, 'I am here to thank you most gratefully for the countenance given to my poor suit, which, here and now, at last and for ever, I forego.
Everybody knew that Miss Rebecca Chattesworth ruled supreme at Belmont. With a docile old general and a niece so young, she had less resistance to encounter than, perhaps, her ardent soul would have relished. Fortunately for the general it was only now and then that Aunt Becky took a whim to command the Royal Irish Artillery. She had other hobbies just as odd, though not quite so scandalous.
The old gentlemen, from their peepholes in the Magazine, watched the progress of this remarkable affair of honour, as well as they could, with the aid of their field-glasses, and through an interposing crowd. 'By Jupiter, Sir, he's through him! said Colonel Bligh, when he saw O'Flaherty go down. 'So he is, by George! replied General Chattesworth; 'but, eh, which is he?
It was now Miss Gertrude's turn to be nettled, and to remind her visitor, by a sudden flush in her cheek and a flash from her eyes, that she was, indeed, a Chattesworth; and with more disdain than, perhaps, was quite called for, she repelled the soft suspicion. 'I protest, Madam, said Miss Gertrude, ''tis too bad.
So the human animals were able to edge in a sentence easily enough. And Mr. Dangerfield said 'I'm happy in having found you, Madam; for whatever be my disappointments else, to Miss Rebecca Chattesworth at least I owe a debt of gratitude, which, despairing to repay it, I can only acknowledge; and leaving unacknowledged, I should have departed from Ireland most unhappily.
'And did you hear the news? demanded Miss Mag. The doctor glanced over his shoulder, and seeing the coast clear, he was by this time close under the little scarlet geranium pots that stood on the window-sill. 'Miss Chattesworth, eh? he asked, in a sly, low tone. 'Oh, bother her, no.
Of course, Dangerfield knew pretty well how matters stood; he was not a man to live in a dream; facts were his daily bread. He knew to a month how old he was, and pretty exactly how time had dealt with his personal charms. He had a very exact and cynical appreciation of the terms on which Miss Chattesworth would if at all become and continue to be his wife.
What the plague else could they both mean by quizzing Cluffe about her? Puddock and he had not gone half-way down the short avenue, when Cluffe said, with a sheepish smile: 'Miss Rebecca Chattesworth dropped something in her talk with you, Puddock, I see that plain enough, my dear fellow, which the general has no objection I should hear, and, hang it, I don't see any myself.
An ancient name rescued from the shadow of dishonour, and still greater estates, made my lord and lady as happy as things can. So for the recluse Mervyn, and the fair Gertrude Chattesworth, our story ends like a fairy tale.
Irons has more brains than I instinct calculation which is oftener right? Miss Gertrude Chattesworth, a mere whim, I think understood her game too. I'll deal with that to-morrow.
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