Memoirs of Arthur Hamilton, B. A. Of Trinity College, Cambridge eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 193 pages of information about Memoirs of Arthur Hamilton, B. A. Of Trinity College, Cambridge.

Memoirs of Arthur Hamilton, B. A. Of Trinity College, Cambridge eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 193 pages of information about Memoirs of Arthur Hamilton, B. A. Of Trinity College, Cambridge.

Riding along with his eyes half closed and lost in a delicious reverie, his horse turned of its own accord to the left, and went for some distance up an embowered road; Arthur suddenly roused himself to find that he was passing close to a large sombre house, that had evidently once been fortified, looming very impressively in the languorous air; the gate had been opened for some purpose and not closed again, and he was, in fact, trespassing in some private grounds.

He checked his horse, looking curiously about him, and was just about to return when he heard a voice apparently proceeding from the centre of one of the shrubberies, asking him his business in Persian.  Looking in that direction he managed to distinguish two or three indistinct figures seated on a low seat on a kind of terrace on his left.

He rode up, and mustering up the little Persian he possessed, apologized for his unintentional intrusion, mingling a good deal of English, as he said, with his rather incoherent explanation.

He was aware that one of the figures disengaged itself from the group, and coming up close to him, regarded him with some curiosity.  It was a tall man, paler in complexion than the natives are wont to be, with large dreamy eyes, and an air of indifferent lassitude that was rather fascinating.

He was amazed to hear, at the conclusion of his lame peroration, a voice of strange delicacy of intonation proceeding from the figure:  “An Englishman, I presume.”  The accent was a little affected, but the speaker was evidently more English than Persian by training:  “Not only English,” said Arthur to himself, “but London English of the best kind.”

He confessed his nationality, and, again apologizing, was about to withdraw, when the stranger courteously invited him to join the party.  “It is very refreshing,” he said, “to hear my native tongue by chance; I can not resist the temptation of begging you to join us for a little, that I may hear it once more; you will do me a great kindness if you will accede to my request.”

Seeing that the offer was sincere, Arthur dismounted, and walked to the terrace with the other.  The figures rose at their approach, and Arthur could see that they were two boys of fifteen or sixteen, of extraordinary beauty and delicacy, and a woman of about thirty-five, as far as he could judge, evidently their mother.

His host spoke a few words in Persian, the purport of which he could not catch, and, rapidly presenting him, requested him to be seated, and produced some cigarettes of a very choice and fragrant kind.

They talked for a long time on general subjects—­England, politics, art, and literature.  The stranger seemed well acquainted with literature and events of a certain date, but not of later departures in any branch; and finally, Arthur gave a short account of himself and his wanderings, in which the others appeared most interested.

Before he went back to his house the stranger asked him, with some earnestness, to return on the following day, which Arthur gladly accepted.  One of the boys conducted him to the gate, speaking a few English sentences with that delicate and hesitating utterance that combines with other personal attractions to give an almost unique charm.

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