Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 101 pages of information about Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Volume 1.

Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 101 pages of information about Lord Ormont and His Aminta — Volume 1.
has a fool of an aunt, I’m told; as often in the house as not.  Good proof of his fondness for the woman, if he swallows half a year of the aunt!  Well, you won’t, unless you’ve mere man’s eyes, be able to help seeing him trying to hide what he suffers from that aunt.  He bears it, like the man he is; but woe to another betraying it!  She has a tongue that goes like the reel of a rod, with a pike bolting out of the shallows to the snag he knows—­to wind round it and defy you to pull.  Often my brother Rowsley and I have fished the day long, and in hard weather, and brought home a basket; and he boasted of it more than of anything he has ever done since.  That woman holds him away from me now.  I say no harm of her.  She may be right enough from her point of view; or it mayn’t be owing to her.  I wouldn’t blame a woman.  Well, but my point with you is, you swallow the woman’s aunt—­the lady’s aunt—­without betraying you suffer at all.  Lord Ormont has eyes of an eagle for a speck above the surface.  All the more because the aunt is a gabbling idiot does he—­I say it seeing it—­fire up to defend her from the sneer of the lip or half a sign of it!  No, you would be an your guard; I can trust you.  Of course you’d behave like the gentleman you are where any kind of woman’s concerned; but you mustn’t let a shadow be seen, think what you may.  The woman—­lady—­calling herself Lady Ormont,—­poor woman, I should do the same in her place,—­she has a hard game to play; I have to be for my family:  she has manners, I’m told; holds herself properly.  She fancies she brings him up to the altar, in the end, by decent behaviour.  That’s a delusion.  It’s creditable to her, only she can’t understand the claims of the family upon a man like my brother.  When you have spare time—­’kick-ups,’ he need to call it, writing to me from school—­come here; you’re welcome, after three days’ notice.  I shall be glad to see you again.  You’ve gone some way to make a man of Leo.”

He liked her well:  he promised to come.  She was a sinewy bite of the gentle sex, but she had much flavour, and she gave nourishment.

“Let me have three days’ notice,” she repeated.

“Not less, Lady Charlotte,” said he.

Weyburn received intimation from Arthur Abner of the likely day Lord Ormont would appoint, and he left Olmer for London to hold himself in readiness.  Lady Charlotte and Leo drove him to meet the coach.  Philippa, so strangely baffled in her natural curiosity, begged for a seat; she begged to be allowed to ride.  Petitions were rejected.  She stood at the window seeing “Grandmama’s tutor,” as she named him, carried off by grandmama.  Her nature was avenged on her tyrant grandmama:  it brought up almost to her tongue thoughts which would have remained subterranean, under control of her habit of mind, or the nursery’s modesty, if she had been less tyrannically treated.  They were subterranean thoughts, Nature’s original, such as the sense of injustice will rouse in young women; and they are better unstirred, for they ripen girls over-rapidly when they are made to revolve near the surface.  It flashed on the girl why she had been treated tyrannically.

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