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Updated: June 26, 2025
'He may be as virtuous as his prototype Timothy; but he's an opinionated old fogey all the same, said St. Cleeve petulantly.
'DEAR MR. ST. CLEEVE, I cannot allow you to remain under the impression that I despised your scientific endeavours in speaking as I did last night. I think you were too sensitive to my remark. But perhaps you were agitated with the labours of the day, and I fear that watching so late at night must make you very weary. If I can help you again, please let me know.
Her charms and her sorrows, her soft, sad smile and her more lovely tears have not operated upon us. We are not chivalrous old gentlemen, past seventy years of age, but still alive, keenly alive, to a strong feeling of romance. That visit will perhaps be remembered which Mr. Furnival made at The Cleeve, and the subsequent interview between Lady Mason and the baronet.
Cleeve, he said in a strange voice, 'I should like to speak to you privately, before I leave, to-morrow morning. Can you meet me let me see in the churchyard, at half-past ten o'clock? 'O yes, my lord, certainly, said Swithin. And before he had recovered from his surprise the Bishop had joined the others in the shades of the plantation.
This accordingly had been done, and the heir of The Cleeve was at present at home with his mother and grandfather. What special act of grace had led to this severity we need not inquire, but we may be sure that the frolics of which he had been guilty had been essentially young in their nature.
Looking to the antecedents of the family, it was only proper that the coming of age of the heir should be duly celebrated; but Lucius Mason had had no antecedents; no great-great-grandfather of his had knelt at the feet of an improper princess; and therefore Lady Mason, though she had been at The Cleeve, had not mentioned the fact that on that very day her son had become a man.
'Excuse my invading the hermitage, St. Cleeve, he said in his careless way, 'but I have heard from my sister of your good fortune. 'My good fortune? 'Yes, in having an opportunity for roving; and with a traveller's conceit I couldn't help coming to give you the benefit of my experience. When do you start? 'I have not formed any plan as yet. Indeed, I had not quite been thinking of going.
Of Judge Staveley himself much need not be said now, except that he lived at Noningsby near Alston, distant from The Cleeve about nine miles, and that at his house Sophia Furnival had been invited to pass the coming Christmas. His son was a handsome clever fellow, who had nearly succeeded in getting the Newdegate, and was now a member of the Middle Temple.
The great lords of the Church in them days wasn't particular to a soul or two more or less; and, for my part, I think living was easier for 't. 'The new Bishop, I hear, is a bachelor-man; or a widow gentleman is it? asked Mrs. Martin. 'Bachelor, I believe, ma'am. Mr. San Cleeve, making so bold, you've never faced him yet, I think? Mrs. Martin shook her head. 'No; it was a piece of neglect.
The Cleeve coverts had come to a pretty pass, and, as things were going, could only end in worse. Here they were close on the third week in October, and not a gun had been fired. Last season it had been bad enough, and indeed ever since the black day which brought news that young Mr. Walter was a prisoner among the French.
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