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Updated: May 15, 2025
With her sister, Lady Alice Santerre, who had been the intended bride of the deceased heir to the Gallowbay Estate, Kimberley felt on a different footing. He had hardly ever been so much at ease with anybody in his life as this young lady made him.
Bolsover Kimberley, a gentleman embarrassed beyond measure. Mr. Kimberley was thirty-five years of age. He was meek, and had no features to speak of. His hair was unassuming, and his whiskers were too shy to curl. He was a clerk in a solicitor's office in the town of Gallowbay, and he seemed likely to live to the end of his days in the pursuit of labours no more profitable or pretentious.
Begg, Batter, and Bagg, was sitting in his office a day or two later when a clerk ushered in the Earl of Windgall. "What's this news about Gallowbay, Begg? Is it true?" asked the earl. "It is certainly true," answered Begg. "What sort of fellow is this Kimberley?" "Well, he seems to be a shy little man, gauche, and and underbred, even for his late position." "That's a pity.
Begg, Batter, and Bagg, solicitors. "My dear Mr. Kimberley," said Mr. Ragshaw, "allow me the honour of shaking hands with you. I believe that I am the first bearer of good news." Mr. Kimberley turned pale. "My firm, sir," pursued Mr. Ragshaw, "represented the trustees of the late owner of the Gallowbay Estate, who died three months ago at the age of twenty, leaving no known relatives.
Kimberley's own anxious efforts at self-improvement, Lady Alice's good-natured advice, and the bold policy of the earl, who persuaded him to undergo the terrors of an election, and get returned to Parliament as member for Gallowbay, gradually made the millionaire a more presentable person.
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