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.

It was a cry from Mrs. Berry that told him others were in the room besides Austin.  Lucy stood a little behind the lamp:  Mrs. Berry close to the door.  The door was half open, and passing through it might be seen the petrified figure of a fine man.  The baronet glancing over the lamp rose at Mrs. Berry’s signification of a woman’s personality.  Austin stepped back and led Lucy to him by the hand.  “I have brought Richard’s wife, sir,” he said with a pleased, perfectly uncalculating, countenance, that was disarming.  Very pale and trembling Lucy bowed.  She felt her two hands taken, and heard a kind voice.  Could it be possible it belonged to the dreadful father of her husband?  She lifted her eyes nervously:  her hands were still detained.  The baronet contemplated Richard’s choice.  Had he ever had a rivalry with those pure eyes?  He saw the pain of her position shooting across her brows, and, uttering-gentle inquiries as to her health, placed her in a seat.  Mrs. Berry had already fallen into a chair.

“What aspect do you like for your bedroom?—­East?” said the baronet.

Lucy was asking herself wonderingly:  “Am I to stay?”

“Perhaps you had better take to Richard’s room at once,” he pursued.  “You have the Lobourne valley there and a good morning air, and will feel more at home.”

Lucy’s colour mounted.  Mrs. Berry gave a short cough, as one who should say, “The day is ours!” Undoubtedly—­strange as it was to think it—­the fortress was carried.

“Lucy is rather tired,” said Austin, and to hear her Christian name thus bravely spoken brought grateful dew to her eyes.

The baronet was about to touch the bell.  “But have you come alone?” he asked.

At this Mrs. Berry came forward.  Not immediately:  it seemed to require effort for her to move, and when she was within the region of the lamp, her agitation could not escape notice.  The blissful bundle shook in her arms.

“By the way, what is he to me?” Austin inquired generally as he went and unveiled the younger hope of Raynham.  “My relationship is not so defined as yours, sir.”

An observer might have supposed that the baronet peeped at his grandson with the courteous indifference of one who merely wished to compliment the mother of anybody’s child.

“I really think he’s like Richard,” Austin laughed.  Lucy looked:  I am sure he is!

“As like as one to one,” Mrs. Berry murmured feebly; but Grandpapa not speaking she thought it incumbent on her to pluck up.  “And he’s as healthy as his father was, Sir Austin—­spite o’ the might ’a beens.  Reg’lar as the clock!  We never want a clock since he come.  We knows the hour o’ the day, and of the night.”

“You nurse him yourself, of course?” the baronet spoke to Lucy, and was satisfied on that point.

Mrs. Berry was going to display his prodigious legs.  Lucy, fearing the consequent effect on the prodigious lungs, begged her not to wake him.  “’T’d take a deal to do that,” said Mrs. Berry, and harped on Master Richard’s health and the small wonder it was that he enjoyed it, considering the superior quality of his diet, and the lavish attentions of his mother, and then suddenly fell silent on a deep sigh.

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