Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 6 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 121 pages of information about Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 6.

Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 6 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 121 pages of information about Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 6.

The round of the red winter sun was behind the bare Kensington chestnuts, when these two parties met.  Happily for Lucy and the hope she bore in her bosom, she was perversely admiring a fair horsewoman galloping by at the moment.  Mrs. Berry plucked at her gown once or twice, to prepare her eyes for the shock, but Lucy’s head was still half averted, and thinks Mrs. Berry, “Twon’t hurt her if she go into his arms head foremost.”  They were close; Mrs. Berry performed the bob preliminary.  Richard held her silent with a terrible face; he grasped her arm, and put her behind him.  Other people intervened.  Lucy saw nothing to account for Berry’s excessive flutter.  Berry threw it on the air and some breakfast bacon, which, she said, she knew in the morning while she ate it, was bad for the bile, and which probably was the cause of her bursting into tears, much to Lucy’s astonishment.

“What you ate makes you cry, Mrs. Berry?”

“It’s all—­” Mrs. Berry pressed at her heart and leaned sideways, “it’s all stomach, my dear.  Don’t ye mind,” and becoming aware of her unfashionable behaviour, she trailed off to the shelter of the elms.

“You have a singular manner with old ladies,” said Sir Austin to his son, after Berry had been swept aside.

Scarcely courteous.  She behaved like a mad woman, certainly.”—­Are you ill, my son?”

Richard was death-pale, his strong form smitten through with weakness.  The baronet sought Adrian’s eye.  Adrian had seen Lucy as they passed, and he had a glimpse of Richard’s countenance while disposing of Berry.  Had Lucy recognized them, he would have gone to her unhesitatingly.  As she did not, he thought it well, under the circumstances, to leave matters as they were.  He answered the baronet’s look with a shrug.

“Are you ill, Richard?” Sir Austin again asked his son.

“Come on, sir! come on!” cried Richard.

His father’s further meditations, as they stepped briskly to the Foreys’, gave poor ferry a character which one who lectures on matrimony, and has kissed but three men in her life, shrieks to hear the very title of.

“Richard will go to his wife to-morrow,” Sir Austin said to Adrian some time before they went in to dinner.

Adrian asked him if he had chanced to see a young fair-haired lady by the side of the old one Richard had treated so peculiarly; and to the baronet’s acknowledgment that he remembered to have observed such a person, Adrian said:  “That was his wife, sir.”

Sir Austin could not dissect the living subject.  As if a bullet had torn open the young man’s skull, and some blast of battle laid his palpitating organization bare, he watched every motion of his brain and his heart; and with the grief and terror of one whose mental habit was ever to pierce to extremes.  Not altogether conscious that he had hitherto played with life, he felt that he was suddenly plunged into the stormful reality of it.  He projected to speak plainly to his son on all points that night.

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