over to stop the drafts, for he could raise no more
money on bond or mortgage, or from the tenants, or
anyhow, nor had he any more to lend himself, and desired
at the same time to decline the agency for the future,
wishing Sir Kit his health and happiness, and the
compliments of the season, for I saw the letter before
ever it was sealed, when my son copied it. When
the answer came there was a new turn in affairs, and
the agent was turned out; and my son Jason, who had
corresponded privately with his honour occasionally
on business, was forthwith desired by his honour to
take the accounts into his own hands, and look them
over, till further orders. It was a very spirited
letter to be sure: Sir Kit sent his service, and
the compliments of the season, in return to the agent,
and he would fight him with pleasure to-morrow, or
any day, for sending him such a letter, if he was
born a gentleman, which he was sorry (for both their
sakes) to find (too late) he was not. Then, in
a private postscript, he condescended to tell us that
all would be speedily settled to his satisfaction,
and we should turn over a new leaf, for he was going
to be married in a fortnight to the grandest heiress
in England, and had only immediate occasion at present
for L200, as he would not choose to touch his lady’s
fortune for travelling expenses home to Castle Rackrent,
where he intended to be, wind and weather permitting,
early in the next month; and desired fires, and the
house to be painted, and the new building to go on
as fast as possible, for the reception of him and his
lady before that time; with several words besides in
the letter, which we could not make out because, God
bless him! he wrote in such a flurry. My heart
warmed to my new lady when I read this: I was
almost afraid it was too good news to be true; but
the girls fell to scouring, and it was well they did,
for we soon saw his marriage in the paper, to a lady
with I don’t know how many tens of thousand
pounds to her fortune: then I watched the post-office
for his landing; and the news came to my son of his
and the bride being in Dublin, and on the way home
to Castle Rackrent. We had bonfires all over
the country, expecting him down the next day, and
we had his coming of age still to celebrate, which
he had not time to do properly before he left the
country; therefore, a great ball was expected, and
great doings upon his coming, as it were, fresh to
take possession of his ancestors’ estate.
I never shall forget the day he came home; we had
waited and waited all day long till eleven o’clock
at night, and I was thinking of sending the boy to
lock the gates, and giving them up for that night,
when there came the carriages thundering up to the
great hall door. I got the first sight of the
bride; for when the carriage door opened, just as she
had her foot on the steps, I held the flam full in
her face to light her [See glossary 19], at which
she shut her eyes, but I had a full view of the rest
of her, and greatly shocked I was, for by that light
she was little better than a blackamoor, and seemed
crippled; but that was only sitting so long in the
chariot.