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Bourne's." I walked slowly out of the house, and overtook Titbottom as I went. He smiled gravely as he greeted me, and said: "I have been asked to invite you to join a little pleasure party." "Where is it going?" "Oh! anywhere," answered Titbottom. "And how?" "Oh! anyhow," he replied. "You mean that everybody is to go wherever he pleases, and in the way he best can.
If Titbottom had been only a little younger, a little handsomer, a little more gallantly dressed in fact, a little more of the Prince Charlie, I am sure her eyes would not have fallen again upon her work so tranquilly, as he resumed his story. "I can remember my grandfather Titbottom, although I was a very young child, and he was a very old man.
I saw that the dear woman had yet one question to ask, and had been earnestly hoping to hear something that would spare her the necessity of asking. But Titbottom had resumed his usual tone, after the momentary excitement, and made no further allusion to himself. We all sat silently; Titbottom's eyes fastened musingly upon the carpet: Prue looking wistfully at him, and I regarding both.
"'Of course, we are happy, he used to say to her, after they were married: 'For you are the gift of the sun I have loved so long and so well. And my grandfather Titbottom would lay his hand so tenderly upon the golden hair of his young bride, that you could fancy him a devout Parsee, caressing sunbeams.
For my part, I find in the best romance only the story of my love for her, and often as I read to her, whenever I come to what Titbottom calls "the crying part," if I lift my eyes suddenly, I see that Prue's eyes are fixed on me with a softer light by reason of their moisture. Our cousin the curate loved, while he was yet a boy, Flora, of the sparkling eyes and the ringing voice.
When Bourne meditates them, he sees Prue and me quietly at home in their best chambers. It is a very singular thing that my wife should live in another man's castle in Spain. At length I resolved to ask Titbottom if he had ever heard of the best route to our estates. He said that he owned castles, and sometimes there was an expression in his face, as if he saw them. I hope he did.
"A very important difference," said Prue, counting her stitches. "You know my grandfather Titbottom was a West Indian. A large proprietor, and an easy man, he basked in the tropical sun, leading his quiet, luxurious life.
Titbottom will not refuse to tell us the history of his mysterious spectacles. I have known plenty of magic in eyes" and I glanced at the tender blue eyes of Prue "but I have not heard of any enchanted glasses." "Yet you must have seen the glass in which your wife looks every morning, and I take it that glass must be daily enchanted." said Titbottom, with a bow of quaint respect to my wife.
He assented by continuing to walk with me, and I think we were both glad when we reached the house, and Prue came to meet us, saying: "Do you know I hoped you would bring Mr. Titbottom to dine?" Titbottom smiled gently, and answered: "He might have brought his spectacles with him, and I have been a happier man for it." Prue looked a little puzzled.
So I dream, sometimes, of a straight scarlet collar, stiff with gold lace, around my neck, instead of this limp white cravat; and I have even brandished my quill at the office so cutlass-wise, that Titbottom has paused in his additions and looked at me as if he doubted whether I should come out quite square in my petty cash. Yet he understands it. Titbottom was born in Nantucket.
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