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It is true, there was an exception to this, in the case of a hair-brained young midshipman; who stated that he had dined at George's regimental mess, and had there heard that George "had fallen in love with some young lady, and had fought with her brother or uncle, or a soldier-officer, he did not know which." Meagre as all this information was, it decided Sir Henry Delme.
Sir Henry and Thompson carried him to the apartment of the former, and while Thompson hung over his master, attempting to restore consciousness Delme had a short conference with Doctor Pormont as to their ulterior proceedings. Doctor Pormont as might be expected enjoined the greatest promptitude, and recommended that poor Acme's remains, should be consigned to the burial place of the hamlet.
There will the thought much more the reality of a mellow pine or juicy pomegranate cause the mouth to water for the best part of a long summer's day. On their ascending the deck, the captain approached Sir Henry. "No offence! Sir; but I guess the wind is fair. If you want nothing ashore, we will off, Sir, now! if you please." Delme acquiesced.
He, nothing loath, accepted the charge; and taking his station on the box of the carriage, directed the driver. The carriage first stopped before a large stone building. The bell was rung a veteran porter presented himself and our party entered the court yard. "What place is this?" said Delme.
At the period we speak of, the Delme family consisted but of three members: the baronet, Sir Henry Delme; his brother George, some ten years his junior, a lieutenant in a light infantry regiment at Malta; and one sister, Emily, Emily Delme was the youngest child; her mother dying shortly after her birth.
"Of living water from its centre rose, Whose bubbling did a genial softness fling." Ascending a lofty marble staircase, along which were placed a few bronzed urns, Delme crossed a suite of apartments thrown open in the Italian mode and passing through a glass door, found himself on a wide stone terrace, edged by pillars.
Taking out a beaded purse, which Sir Henry knew well it had been Emily's last present to George he emptied the contents into the bronzed hand of his companion, who grasped the money with avidity. The Maltese now appeared to acquiesce in all George's wishes; and rising, went towards the bed, and selected some of the articles of wearing apparel Delme had already noticed.
Thus much in introducing the head of the family. Let us now attempt to sketch the gentle Emily. Emily Delme was not an ordinary being. To uncommon talents, and a mind of most refined order, she united great feminine propriety, and a total absence of those arts which sometimes characterise those to whom the accident of birth has given importance.
He appeared not to have a wish, beyond the military circle around him, although those who knew him best, said he had greater talent, and possessed the art of fascinating in general society, more than most men. "I am glad to see you here, Sir Henry," said he to Delme, "although I cannot but wish that happier circumstances had brought you to us.
The remains of poor George were placed in a small room, communicating with one intended for Sir Henry. Here Delme shut himself up, brooding over his loss, and permitting no one to intrude on his privacy.
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