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"Oh, Sir Jasper," He Exclaimed, "It Is The Very Position I Most Prize,
But One That I Had Not Ventured To Hope Could Be Realized; It Has Been
The Day Dream Of My Youth."
The Kind-Hearted Old Baronet Was Evidently Much Pleased At His Young
Friend'S Reply And Enthusiasm. He Took Another Glass Of Wine, Then Said:
"I Promised Your Father To Give You A Fair Start In Life, And I Will
Keep My Word. I Have Already Applied To The Horse Guards On Your Behalf,
And Have The Refusal Of A Cornetcy In The Light Dragoons. There, There,
Say Nothing; I See You Accept It, So That Part Of The Business Is
Settled So Far; But The Regiment Is Now In India, And Likely To Remain
There For Some Years. Have You Any Objections To Leaving England? If So,
You Are At Liberty To Withdraw Your Consent."
"There Is No Part Of The World That I Have So Great A Desire To Visit As
British India. I Have Both Heard And Read A Great Deal Of That
Chapter 3 Pg 20Extraordinary Country. Besides, Is It Not The Land Of My Birth?" Was
Arthur'S Immediate Reply.
"Then Consider The Matter Settled. You Will Not Be Required To Join Your
Regiment Until Six Months After Your Name Appears In The Gazette. I Will
Write To Headquarters And Likewise See To Your Outfit. Of Course, You
Will Remain Here Until After New Year'S, And Help Us To Keep Up
Christmas In The Good Old English Style, For Probably It May Be The Last
Of The Sort You Will See For Some Years; But Whatever Trials And
Difficulties You May Have To Contend With Out There, You May Rest
Assured That When The Time Arrives For You To Have Your Troop, The
Purchase Money Shall Not Be Wanting. And Now," Continued He, As Arthur
Was About To Reply, "Send Reynolds To Me, I Wish To See Him On Some
Matters Before I Retire, And You Seek Edith And Let Her Know That You
Have Accepted A Commission In The Army, As I Have Not Mentioned A Word
To Her Concerning It. Please Make My Excuses To The Dear Girl For Not
Joining Her In The Drawing Room," Then Shaking Him Cordially By The
Hand, Wished Him Good Night.
On Entering The Drawing Room, Arthur Found Mrs. Fraudhurst Poring Over
Her Novel And Edith Standing By The French Window, Looking Out Upon The
Terrace Which Was Now Bathed In a Flood Of Pale Moonlight. She Was
Wondering What Her Uncle Could Have To Say To Arthur To Detain Him So
Long: She Had So Much To Ask About Her Ponies And Her Grayhounds And
Improvements In Her Flower Gardens, &C. He Delivered Sir Jasper'S
Message, Then Asked Her To Step Out On The Terrace With Him. Hastily
Throwing A Mantle Around Her, She Was Ready To Accompany Him. Gently
Drawing Her Arm Within His Own, They Passed Out Of The Room, And Stepped
On To The Balcony That Ran Along The Entire Length Of The South Of The
Building And Joined The Broad Terrace Below By Means Of A Flight Of
Marble Steps. At The Extreme End This Terrace Overlooked The Rich
_Partierre_ Which, Although Late In The Season, Still Sent Forth Its
Delicious Perfume, Borne Upwards On The Soft Breeze Of The Evening.
"He Has Caught At The Indian Bait. We Have Hooked Our Fish; Our Next
Care Is To Have Him Safely Landed. The Poison Of Love Has Not, As Yet,
Developed Itself. The Scarlet Fever Will Quench All Other Maladies, At
Least Until The Seas Will Divide Them," And With A Self-Satisfied Smile
Upon Her Still Pretty Features, Mrs. Fraudhurst Betook Her Self To Her
Own Apartments To Concoct An Epistle For The Information Of Ralph
Coleman.
For Nearly An Hour Did The Fair Young Creature And The Youth, Who Had
Ever Been To Her As A Brother, Pace Up And Down The Moonlit Terrace.
Arthur Related All That Passed Between Him And Her Uncle. She Was As
Much Delighted As Himself At The Prospect Which Had Thus Suddenly Opened
Before Him; The Only Drawback Was That He Would Be Absent So Long From
Vellenaux.
"But You Will Write Frequently, And Come Home Whenever You Can Procure
Leave Of Absence. And To Think That You Will Not Leave Us For Three
Months. We Will Have A Merry Time This Christmas, Arthur, Will We Not?
And Wind Up With A Fancy Ball On The Eve Of Your Departure. Oh, It Will
Chapter 3 Pg 21Be Delightful," Said The Excited Girl, Carried Away By The Idea Of Such
An Event.
Verily, Mrs. Fraudhurst Had Divined Truly. Love'S Insidious Poison Had
Not Yet Developed Itself In The Bosom Of Either. They Returned To The
Drawing Room, And, After Singing Together Some Of Their Favourite
Pieces, They Retired For The Night.
It Was Near Morning Before Carlton Fell Asleep; Even Then His Brain
Continued To Be Disturbed By Exciting Dreams. Now Leading A Charge Of
Horses Or Storming Some Indian Fortress. Finally He Dreamed That He Had
Rescued Some Princess Or Rajah'S Daughter From Becoming The Prey Of An
Enormous Bengal Tiger, The Head Of Which, Strange To Say, Bore A
Striking Resemblance To Mrs. Fraudhurst; That The Rajah, In Return For
His Services, Gave His Daughter To Him For A Bride; That The Marriage
Took Place At The Little Church At Vellenaux. He Thought That As The
Bride Approached The Altar In Gorgeous Attire, And Was About To Place
Her Hand Within His, A Seraph-Like Form Glided Between Them And His Hand
Was Lovingly Grasped By Edith Effingham, When All Suddenly Vanished In a
Thunder Storm. He Awoke With A Start And Leaped From The Bed, For There
Was A Loud Knocking At The Door And The Voice Of The Old Butler
Exclaiming, "Master Arthur, Master Arthur, Miss Edith Desires Me To Say
That She Is Going To Ride Over To The Willows This Bright Morning And
Wishes To Know If You Would Like To Accompany Her; She Is Now On The
Lawn."
"Thank You, Thank You, Reynolds. My Compliments To Miss Effingham, And
Say I Shall Be Most Happy To Be Her Escort On The Occasion," And
Hurriedly Dressing, Was Soon By Her Side, Laughing And Chatting Merrily
As They Cantered Over The Green Turf On Their Way To The Bartons. Yet
Arthur Could Not Altogether Dispel The Feelings That Arose Within Him,
Produced, Doubtless, By The Strange Dreams That Haunted His Pillow
During The Night, Or Early That Morning.
"Is Not That Tom Barton?" Said Edith, Pointing To The Figure Of A Man,
Dressed In Sporting Costume, Seated On The Step Of A Stile, Engaged In
Lighting A Small German Pipe, His Gun Leaning Against One Of The
Uprights And Some Half Dozen Partridges Lying On The Grass At His Feet.
As They Rode Up, Tom Advanced To Meet Them, Raised His Hat Politely To
Edith, And Shouted Out, "Hallo Arthur, Old Fellow, How Are You. Glad To
Have You Back Amongst Us; Not Much Fun In Tramping Through The Turnip
Fields Alone, Although The Birds Are By No Means Scarce This Season."
"Thank You, I Intend To Be Amongst Them, And Together, I Think We Can
Do Some Execution. How Are The Ladies At The Willows? And Is Pretty
Little Cousin Kate As Capricious As Ever?" And Here Carlton Gave His
Friend A Poke In The Ribs With His Riding Whip.
Edith Laughed Heartily At The Sallie; For His Attachment To The Lady In
Question Was No Secret To Her. Tom Parried His Friend'S Enquiries As
Best As He Could, And The Trio Proceeded At A Walk In The Best Possible
Good Humour.
Chapter 3 Pg 22
On Reaching The Willows They Found Tom'S Sisters And Kate Cotterell On
The Gallery. Their Approach Had Been Observed By Old Mrs. Barton, From
The Window Of The Breakfast Room. They Were Received With A Shower Of
Welcomes, For Both Edith And Arthur Were General Favourites With All The
Neighbouring Families, And Especially So At The Bartons.
Of Course, Arthur'S Appointment And Approaching Departure For India Was
Communicated; All Were Pleased To Hear Of His Good Fortune, Though Sorry
To Lose His Society.
"You Will, Of Course, Call Upon Horace And Pauline When You Reach
Calcutta," Suggested Old Mrs. Barton, "I Dare Say You May Not Recollect
Him, But He Will Remember You, Although You Were But A Curly-Headed Boy
When He Was Last In england. You Must Take Out Some Letters From Us To
Them."
Edith Had A Hurried Conversation With Kate Cotterell, Julia And Emily
Barton, On Some Little Project Of Her Own. This Being Finished, She
Beckoned To Arthur, Who Was Smoking And Arranging Some Matters With Tom
Barton At The Other End Of The Gallery; Then Mounting Their Horses They
Rode Slowly Back To Vellenaux, In Time To Breakfast With Sir Jasper, Who
Was, By No Means, An Early Riser.
With Shooting, (With Tom Barton And Some Half Dozen Other College
Chums,) Visiting His Acquaintances, And Taking Long Rides Through The
Beech Woods And Over The Downs With Edith, Who Was An Excellent
Equestrian, For His Companion, The First Six Weeks Of Arthur'S Return
Passed Pleasantly And Rapidly Away. He Then Had To Post Up To London To
Get Measured For His Uniform, And General Outfit, To Say Nothing Of The
Numberless Commissions Which He Had Been Entrusted To Execute By His
Lady Acquaintances, In View Of The Approaching Fancy Ball. Being His
First Visit To The Metropolis, Arthur Determined To See And Hear All
That Could Be And Seen Heard During His Short Stay In That Wonderful
City.
Jack Frost, With His Usual Attendant And Companion, Snow, Heralded The
Approach Of Old Father Christmas, Who Filed An Appearance At Vellenaux
On The Morning Of The Twenty-Fifth Of December, And Right Heartily Was
The Old Fellow Welcomed. His Advent Had Been Announced At Daybreak, By
Discharges From An Old-Fashioned Field Piece Which Bridoon (With The
Permission Of His Old Commander) Had Mounted On A Wooden Carriage To
Commemorate His Peninsular Victories, While The Bell Ringers Rang Out A
Merry Peal From The Belfry Of The Quaint Old Church In The Little
Village Hard By. Then Came Troops Of Merry, Laughing Children, Singing
And Chanting Old Christmas Carols, And Were Rewarded By The Old
Housekeeper With A Piping Hot Breakfast Of Mince Pies, Etc., Etc.
After Morning Service In The Church, Which Was Numerously Attended, The
Laborers And Many Of The Poorer Tenants Of The Estate Were Regaled With
Roast Beef And Plum Pudding,
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