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Updated: May 27, 2025


My father, in erecting a flagstaff before his summer-house, had chosen to plant it on a granite millstone, or rather, had sunk its base through the stone's central hole, which Miss Plinlimmon regularly filled with salt to keep the wood from rotting. Upon this mossed and weather-worn bench I sat myself down to examine my find.

As his feet crunched the leads close outside the window I caught a gleam of scarlet; then the frame grew dark between me and the daylight, and through the pane a man peered cautiously into the room. It was Archibald Plinlimmon. He peered in, turning his face sideways for a better view and shading it, after a moment, with his hand.

From the far side of one, as I leaned clinging, a man sprang up, almost at my feet. It was Archie Plinlimmon again. He had been flattening himself against its shadow; and at first so white and fierce was his face I made sure he meant to hurl me over and on to the street below. "What do you want? What have you seen?" Though he spoke fiercely, his teeth chattered.

The brass doorplate of No. 7 "Copenhagen Academy for the Sons of Gentlemen. Principal, the Rev. Stimcoe credit, as Miss Plinlimmon remarked before ringing the bell. Mrs. Stimcoe herself opened the door to us, in a full lace cap and a maroon-coloured gown of state. She was a gaunt, hard-eyed woman, tall as a grenadier, remarkable for a long upper lip decorated with two moles.

Scougall's parlour and there found Miss Plinlimmon in conversation with a tall and very stout man: and if her eyelids were pink, I paid more attention to the stout man's, which were rimmed with black a more unusual sight. His neck, too, was black up to a well-defined line; the rest of it, and his cheeks, red with the red of prize beef. "This is the boy hem Revel, of whom we were speaking."

He bragged about Arthur at his Clubs, and introduced him with pleasure into his conversation; saying, that, Egad, the young fellows were putting the old ones to the wall; that the lads who were coming up, young Lord Plinlimmon, a friend of my boy, young Lord Magnus Charters, a chum of my scapegrace, etc., would make a greater figure in the world than even their fathers had done before them.

Scougall's freshly upholstered chairs had all been wrapped in holland coverings pending his return. "Mr. Trapp, Harry, is a a chimney-sweep." "Oh!" said I, somewhat ruefully. "But I had rather be a soldier, Miss Plinlimmon!" She still kept her smile, but I could read in it that my pleading was useless; that the decision really lay beyond her. "Boys will be boys, Mr. Trapp."

And Lord Plinlimmon is with them, the Comptroller of India, of all working lords the most jaunty, the most pleasant, and the most popular, very good at taking chairs at dinners, and making becoming speeches at the shortest notice, a man apparently very free and open in his ways of life, but cautious enough in truth as to every step, knowing well how hard it is to climb and how easy to fall. Mr.

Stimcoe's delicate health, and this again to the subject of damp sheets, and this finally to Mrs. Stimcoe's suggesting that Miss Plinlimmon might perhaps like to have a look at my bedroom. The bedroom assigned to me opened out of Mrs. Stimcoe's own. Mrs. Stimcoe swept this into her pocket with a turn of the hand, and explained frankly that her husband, like most scholars, was absent-minded.

Since then, we have seen no more from here, but those who came from Llanfair told us that they were burning, on every hill, the night they got there; so I have no doubt that the old men, women, and children were at once sent off, probably to shelter in the Plinlimmon district, or mayhap in the forests of Cader Idris. At any rate, we may be sure that very few will be found at their villages.

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