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Fairfax, to go out and look at pictures. His wife had declined to join Mrs. Fairfax's party, having declared that, as she was going to dine out, she would not leave her baby all the afternoon. Louis Trevelyan, though he strove to apply his mind to an article which he was writing for a scientific quarterly review, could not keep himself from anxiety as to this expected visit from Colonel Osborne.
How Trevelyan hated the man as he went on with his odious details, details not one of which possessed the slightest importance. "It's all right, I dare say, Mr. Bozzle. And now about the account." "Quite so, Mr. Trewillian. But there was one question; just one question." "What question?" said Trevelyan, almost angrily. "And there's another thing I must tell you, too, Mr. Trewillian.
The soldiers had made a march of eighteen days, almost without rest, to save the women and the children, and now they were too late all were dead and the assassin had flown. What happened then, Trevelyan hesitated to put into words. "Of what took place, the less said is the better." Then he continues: "But there was a spectacle to witness which might excuse much.
"Your fortune has a strange effect upon you," he said, kindly. "I cannot believe it!" I cried, clasping his hand. "I cannot realize it! I have been working so hard so hard for one single sovereign and now, you say, I am rich!" "Now, most certainly," he replied, "you are Sir Edgar Trevelyan, master of Crown Anstey and a rent roll of ten thousand a year."
Tom talked a great deal, he was fond of music and games, and was never so pleased as when engaging in some wild frolic with his sisters and any chance youngster that happened to stray in. His sister, Lady Trevelyan, has recorded that during those days of gloom which followed her father's failure, matters were made worse by the stricken man moping at home and tightening the domestic discipline.
Frequently did Guy Trevelyan re-open the envelope and bring forth the precious missive, written in a delicate feminine hand, containing the following: Trevelyan Hall, near Winchester, Sept. 19th, 1830. Dear Brother Guy, Your fond letter of the 20th was received in due time, conveying the most delightful news that ever was written. How can I await your dear presence?
I should not have thought it necessary to mention this to you, the matter being one in which you are not concerned, were it not for our former correspondence. When I last wrote, I had no idea that he was coming, nor had mamma. And when you first wrote, he was not even expected by Mrs. Trevelyan. The man you wrote about was another gentleman; as I told you before.
He has also abolished three-fourths, or perhaps more, of the paper work of the public servants. He also began the great task of judicial reform, than which none is more urgently pressing. But what is said of Sir C. Trevelyan for instituting these reforms? He has raised a hornets' nest about him.
There seemed to be but little doubt that this was Trevelyan, though nothing had been learned with certainty as to the gentleman's name. It had been decided that Sir Marmaduke, with his courier and Mrs. Trevelyan, should go on to Siena, and endeavour to come upon the fugitive, and they had taken their departure on a certain morning.
The father of the injured woman could not bring himself to endure the hard words that were spoken of his daughter. During this last speech he had broken out once or twice; but Trevelyan, not heeding him, had clung to Mr. Glascock's arm. "Sir Marmaduke," said he, "would you not like to see the boy?" "He shall not see the boy," said Trevelyan. "You may see him. He shall not.
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