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Cheveleigh was treated in the domestic circle with judicious silence, Oliver's letters were read by his mother in private, and their contents communicated to Jane alone, whose happiness was surpassing, and her contempt for Dynevor Terrace quite provoking to poor Mrs. Martha. 'Really, said Charlotte one day, 'I don't think a catastrophe is half so pretty as it ought to be. Mr.
There's a lady who, I warn you, can never withstand Fanny! Isabel took up her own defence, and they laughed on. Poor Uncle Oliver! could he but have known how little all this had to do with Cheveleigh! O lady! worthy of earth's proudest throne! Nor less, by excellence of nature, fit Beside an unambitious hearth to sit Domestic queen, where grandeur is unknown Queen and handmaid lowly.
I wonder whether Marianne can find the volume of Vertot. 'Isabel, Isabel! shrieked Virginia, who, with Louisa, had been roaming everywhere, 'here is a discovery in the school-room! Come! It was an old framed print of a large house, as much of a sham castle as the nature of things would permit; and beneath were the words 'Cheveleigh, the seat of Roland Dynevor, Esquire.
Her married life was, however, perfectly unclouded, her ample means gave her the power of dispensing joy, and her temperament was so blithe and unselfish that no pleasure ever palled upon her. Cheveleigh was a proverb for hospitality, affording unfailing fetes for all ages, full of a graceful ease and freedom that inspired enjoyment. Mr.
Oliver had two ideas Cheveleigh, and the Equatorial Steam Navigation Company and on these he rang the changes. There was something striking in his devotion of a lifetime to redeem his mother's fortunes, but the grandeur was not easily visible in the detail.
'Of course! that if Cheveleigh was to belong to any of us, it should be to the rightful heir. 'My dear, noble Clara! was that what kept you from thinking of marriage? 'Wasn't it a fine thing to have such a test? Not that I ever came to trying it. Simple no answered my purpose. I met no one who tempted me to make the experiment.
James and Isabel were not merciful to their uncle when they could speak of him without restraint; and began to conjecture his intentions with regard to them. 'You don't wish to become an appendage to Cheveleigh? said James, fondly. 'I! who never knew happiness till I came here!
Her grave had truly been the sole possession that her son's labours had secured for her; that grave was the only spot at Cheveleigh that claimed a pang from Clara's heart. She stood beside it with deep, fond, clinging love and reverence, but with no painful recollections to come between her and that fair, bright vision of happy old age.
Oliver was a quiet lad, of diligent, methodical habits, and willingly accepted a clerkship in a mercantile house, which owed some obligations to his father. At the end of a couple of years he was sent to reside in South America; and his parting words to his mother were 'When you see me again, Cheveleigh shall be yours. 'Oh, my boy, take care.
The boys met with decreased numbers after the holidays; and James received them with undiminished energy, but with failing patience, and a temper not improved by the late transactions at Cheveleigh, and fretted, as Louis had divined, by home cares. Of all living women, Isabel was one of the least formed by habits or education to be an economical housewife and the mother of twins.
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