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My aunt's maid, Davis, was shocked by my discernment of the fact that she was in love, and it was useless for her to pretend the contrary, for I had seen her granting tender liberties to Lady Ilchester's footman. Old Sewis said gravely, 'You've been to the witches, Master Harry'; and others were sure 'I had got it from the gipsies off the common.
As it was, I liked old Sewis better, for he would talk to me of the night when my father carried me away, and though he never uttered the flattering words I longed to hear, he repeated the story often, and made the red hall glow with beams of my father's image.
Servants were warned off out of hearing; none but Sewis stood by. The squire himself unbolted the door, and threw it open to the limit of the chain. 'Who's there? he demanded. A response followed promptly from outside: 'I take you to be Mr. Harry Lepel Beltham. Correct me if I err. Accept my apologies for disturbing you at a late hour of the night, I pray. 'Your name?
We were thrown together a great deal in attending on poor old Sewis, who would lie on his pillows recounting for hours my father's midnight summons of the inhabitants of Riversley, and his little Harry's infant expedition into the world. Temple and Heriot came to stay at the Grange, and assisted in some rough scene-painting torrid colours representing the island of Jamaica.
The squire had fallen back on his pillow and was relapsing to sleep. Sewis spoke impressively: 'There's a gentleman downstairs; a gentleman downstairs, sir. He has come rather late. 'Gentleman downstairs come rather late. The squire recapitulated the intelligence to possess it thoroughly. 'Rather late, eh? Oh! Shove him into a bed, and give him hot brandy and water, and be hanged to him!
The warning I had taken from old Sewis transformed me to something like a hypocrite, and I dare say I gave the squire to understand, that I had not seen my father for a very long period and knew nothing of his recent doings. 'Been infernally quiet these last two or three years, the squire muttered of the object of his aversion.
I've given a month 'fore now. Comes to me, a Justice of the peace! man 's mad! Tell him he's in peril of a lunatic asylum. And doesn't talk of staying? Lift him out o' the house on the top o' your boot, Sewis, and say it 's mine; you 've my leave. Sewis withdrew a step from the bedside. At a safe distance he fronted his master steadily; almost admonishingly. 'It 's Mr. Richmond, sir, he said.
'Mr. . . . The squire checked his breath. That was a name never uttered at the Grange. 'The scoundrel? he inquired harshly, half in a tone of one assuring himself, and his rigid dropped jaw shut. The fact had to be denied or affirmed instantly, and Sewis was silent. Grasping his bedclothes in a lump, the squire cried: 'Downstairs? downstairs, Sewis? You've admitted him into my house?
She said, with a gracefulness that gave me a little aching of pity for the poor captain: 'I am deeply honoured by you, Captain Bulsted, but it is not my intention to marry. The captain stood up, and bowing humbly, replied 'I am ever your servant, ma'am. My aunt quitted the room. 'Now for the tankard, Sewis, said the captain. Gradually the bottom of the great tankard turned up to the ceiling.
He drank his ale from the hands of Sillabin, our impassive new butler, who had succeeded Sewis, the squire told him, like a Whig Ministry the Tory; proof that things were not improving. 'I thought, sir, things were getting better, said the captain. 'The damnedest mistake ever made, William. How about the Fall of Man, then? eh? You talk like a heathen Radical.
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