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"Who has fallen?" demanded the governor of his adjutant, perceiving that some one had been hit at his side, yet without taking his eyes off his terrible enemy. "Mr. Delme, sir," was the reply. "He has been shot through the heart, and his men are bearing him from the rampart." "This must not be," resumed the governor with energy.
Colonel Vavasour, who took some trouble in arriving at the truth, was satisfied that the man was well aware of George's insanity, but that he felt too happy in being able to wreak an ignoble revenge on a British officer. The Marriage. "The child of love, though born in bitterness, And nurtured in convulsion." For many days, George Delme lay on his couch unconscious and immoveable.
Sir Henry Delme and George had been so much abroad, and Emily's attachment to Clarendon was of so early a date, that it happened that the members of the Delme family had mixed little in the festivities of the county in which they resided; and were not intimately known, nor perhaps fully appreciated, in the neighbourhood.
"Nay, nay, De Haldimar," at length observed Sir Everard, in reply to the observation of his friend, "do not imagine I intend to gratify Mr. Delme by any such exhibition as that of a scalpless head; but, if such be his hope, I trust that the hour which sees my love-locks dangling at the top of an Indian pole may also let daylight into his own carcass from a rifle bullet or a tomahawk."
Her left cheek, suffused with hectic, rested on one small hand. The other arm was thrown over the bed-clothes. Her eyes sparkled like diamonds. Her lips murmured indistinctly the mind was evidently wandering. A man and horse were sent express to Naples. The whole of that weary day, George Delme was by Acme's side, preparing cooling drinks, and vainly endeavouring to be calm.
At this winding of England's noblest river, would he establish a pontoon bridge; the approaches to which he would enfilade, by a battery placed on yonder height. Before relating the conversation between Delme and Colonel Vavasour, it may not be improper to say a few words as to the character of the latter.
At intervals, her auburn tresses would fall on the paper, and sweep the pencil's efforts. At such times, she would remove them with her small hand, with such a soft smile, and gentle grace, that the very action seemed to speak volumes for her feminine sympathies. Delme disturbed them not, but making a tour through the grove of beech trees, reached Leamington in thoughtful mood.
"De Haldimar," said Captain Blessington reprovingly, but mildly, "this immoderate grief is wrong it is unmanly, and should be repressed. I can feel and understand the nature of your sorrow; but others may not judge so favourably. We shall soon be summoned to fall in; and I would not that Mr. Delme, in particular, should notice an emotion he is so incapable of understanding."
Delme felt it would be unsocial were he alone to look grave; and although many foreboding thoughts crowded on him, he too seemed to be happy. It was twilight when the dinner was over. The windows were open, and the party placed themselves near the jalousies.
"My dear Acme!" replied Sir Henry, somewhat gravely, "I trust the day may arrive, when you will deem Delme Park, with its mansion bronzed by time its many hillocks studded with ancient trees its glistening brook, and hoary gateways its wooded avenue, where the rooks have built for generations its verdant glades, where the deer have long found a home: when you will consider all these, as forming as fair a prospect, as ever eye reposed on.
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