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Among these must be mentioned in the first place Captain Medwin, whose recollections of the Pisan residence are of considerable value, and next Captain Trelawny, who has left a record of Shelley's last days only equalled in vividness by Hogg's account of the Oxford period, and marked by signs of more unmistakable accuracy. Not less important members of this private circle were Mr. and Mrs.
"Ay, ay!" and Mr. Medwin nodded blandly "No doubt-no doubt! But I suppose the farm will go on just the same? there will be no lack of employment?" The man who was smoking looked doubtful. "Nobuddy can tell m'appen the place will be sold m'appen it won't. The hands may be kept, or they may be given the sack. There's only Mr. Clifford left now, an' 'e ain't a Jocelyn."
"Does that matter?" and the reverend gentleman smiled with the superior air of one far above all things of mere traditional sentiment. "There is the girl " "Ah, yes! There's the girl!" The speakers looked at one another. "Her position," continued Mr. Medwin, meditatively tracing a pattern on the ground with the end of his walking-stick, "seems to me to be a little unfortunate.
"It is a great and trying change for you," he said. "I suppose" this tentatively "I suppose you will go on with the farm?" "As long as I live," answered Clifford, looking him steadily in the face, "Briar Farm will be what it has always been." Mr. Medwin gave him a little appreciative bow.
Precious memories which helped her through many after years devoid of the sympathy she yearned for. At the Baths they had the pleasure of a visit from Medwin, who gave a description of how Shelley, his wife and child, had to escape from the upper windows of their house in a boat when the canal overflowed and inundated the valley.
He was disposed to be more sociable than at Venice or Ravenna, and occasionally entertained strangers; but his intimate acquaintanceship was confined to Captain Williams and his wife, and Shelley's cousin, Captain Medwin. The latter used frequently to dine and sit with his host till the morning, collecting materials for the Conversations which he afterwards gave to the world.
"I know!" he sighed "Ah yes, I know! A dreadful thing! a shocking attitude of mind! I fear he was not saved!" She looked straightly at him. "I don't see what you mean," she said "He was quite a good man " "Are you sure of that?" and Mr. Medwin fixed his shallow brown eyes searchingly upon her. "Our affections are often very deceptive " A flush of colour overspread her pale cheeks.
Miss Medwin was, like Bertha, a book illustrator, and had brought work to show her friend. Warburton glanced at the drawings with a decent show of interest. Presently he inquired after Mrs. Cross, and learnt that she was out of town for a week or so; at once his countenance brightened, and so shamelessly that Bertha had to look aside, lest her disposition to laugh should be observed.
W.M. Rossetti's Memoir is a most valuable instalment. Shelley in his lifetime bound those who knew him with a chain of loyal affection, impressing observers so essentially different as Hogg, Byron, Peacock, Leigh Hunt, Trelawny, Medwin, Williams, with the conviction that he was the gentlest, purest, bravest, and most spiritual being they had ever met.
"I must apologise for you to Miss Medwin, when I see her next," said Bertha, with drollery in her eyes. "She will understand if you tell her I'm only a grocer," remarked Will, looking at a point above her head. "That might complicate things." "Do you know," resumed Warburton. "I feel sure that the Franks will never again invite me to lunch or dine there.
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