The Fortunes Of Glencore. Lever Charles James

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СКАЧАТЬ are he’ll find fault with twenty things, – with the place, the cookery, and the servants; but take him down to the Highlands, lodge him in a shieling, with bannocks for breakfast and a Fyne herring for supper, and I ‘ll wager my life you ‘ll not see a ruffle in his temper, nor hear a word of impatience out of his mouth.”

      “I know that he is a well-bred gentleman,” said Glencore, half pettishly; “but I have no fancy for putting his good manners to a severe test, particularly at the cost of my own feelings.”

      “I tell you again he shall be admirably treated; he shall have my room; and, as for his dinner, Master Billy and I are going to make a raid amongst the lobster-pots. And what with turbot, oysters, grouse-pie, and mountain mutton, I ‘ll make the diplomatist sorrow that he is not accredited to some native sovereign in the Arran islands, instead of some ‘mere German Hertzog.’ He can only stay one day.”

      “One day!”

      “That’s all; he is over head and ears in business, and he goes down to Windsor on Thursday, so that there is no help for it.”

      “I wish I may be strong enough; I hope to Heaven that I may rally – ” Glencore stopped suddenly as he got thus far, but the agitation the words cost him seemed most painful.

      “I say again, don’t distress yourself about Upton, – leave the care of entertaining him to me. I ‘ll vouch for it that he leaves us well satisfied with his welcome.”

      “It was not of that I was thinking,” said he, impatiently; “I have much to say to him, – things of great importance. It may be that I shall be unequal to the effort; I cannot answer for my strength for a day, – not for an hour. Could you not write to him, and ask him to defer his coming till such time as he can spare me a week, or at least some days?”

      “My dear Glencore, you know the man well, and that we are lucky if we can have him on his own terms, not to think of imposing ours; he is sure to have a number of engagements while he is in England.”

      “Well, be it so,” said Glencore, sighing, with the air of a man resigning himself to an inevitable necessity.

      CHAPTER VIII. THE GREAT MAN’S ARRIVAL

      “Not come, Craggs!” said Harcourt, as late on the Saturday evening the Corporal stepped on shore, after crossing the lough.

      “No, sir, no sign of him. I sent a boy away to the top of ‘the Devil’s Mother,’ where you have a view of the road for eight miles, but there was nothing to be seen.”

      “You left orders at the post-office to have a boat in readiness if he arrived?”

      “Yes, Colonel,” said he, with a military salute; and Harcourt now turned moodily towards the Castle.

      Glencore had scarcely ever been a very cheery residence, but latterly it had become far gloomier than before. Since the night of Lord Glencore’s sudden illness, there had grown up a degree of constraint between the two friends which to a man of Harcourt’s disposition was positive torture. They seldom met, save at dinner, and then their reserve was painfully evident.

      The boy, too, in unconscious imitation of his father, grew more and more distant; and poor Harcourt saw himself in that position, of all others the most intolerable, – the unwilling guest of an unwilling host.

      “Come or not come,” muttered he to himself, “I ‘ll bear this no longer. There is, besides, no reason why I should bear it. I ‘m of no use to the poor fellow; he does not want, he never sees me. If anything, my presence is irksome to him; so that, happen what will, I ‘ll start to-morrow, or next day at farthest.”

      He was one of those men to whom deliberation on any subject was no small labor, but who, once that they have come to a decision, feel as if they had acquitted a debt, and need give themselves no further trouble in the matter. In the enjoyment of this newly purchased immunity he entered the room where Glencore sat impatiently awaiting him.

      “Another disappointment!” said the Viscount, anxiously.

      “Yes; Craggs has just returned, and says there’s no sign of a carriage for miles on the Oughterard road.”

      “I ought to have known it,” said the other, in a voice of guttural sternness. “He was ever the same; an appointment with him was an engagement meant only to be binding on those who expected him.”

      “Who can say what may have detained him? He was in London on business, – public business, too; and even if he had left town, how many chance delays there are in travelling.”

      “I have said every one of these things over to myself, Harcourt; but they don’t satisfy me. This is a habit with Upton. I ‘ve seen him do the same with his Colonel, when he was a subaltern; I ‘ve heard of his arrival late to a Court dinner, and only smiling at the dismay of the horrified courtiers.”

      “Egad,” said Harcourt, bluntly, “I don’t see the advantage of the practice. One is so certain of doing fifty things in this daily life to annoy one’s friends, through mere inadvertence or forgetfulness, that I think it is but sorry fun to incur their ill-will by malice prepense.”

      “That is precisely why he does it.”

      “Come, come, Glencore; old Rixson was right when he said, ‘Heaven help the man whose merits are canvassed while they wait dinner for him.’ I ‘ll order up the soup, for if we wait any longer we ‘ll discover Upton to be the most graceless vagabond that ever walked.”

      “I know his qualities, good and bad,” said Glencore, rising, and pacing the room with slow, uncertain steps; “few men know him better. None need tell me of his abilities; none need instruct me as to his faults. What others do by accident, he does by design. He started in life by examining how much the world would bear from him; he has gone on, profiting by the experience, and improving on the practice.”

      “Well, if I don’t mistake me much, he ‘ll soon appear to plead his own cause. I hear oars coming speedily in this direction.”

      And so saying, Harcourt hurried away to resolve his doubts at once. As he reached the little jetty, over which a large signal-fire threw a strong red light, he perceived that he was correct, and was just in time to grasp Upton’s hand as he stepped on shore.

      “How picturesque all this, Harcourt,” said he, in his soft, low voice; “a leaf out of ‘Rob Roy.’ Well, am I not the mirror of punctuality, eh?”

      “We looked for you yesterday, and Glencore has been so impatient.”

      “Of course he has; it is the vice of your men who do nothing. How is he? Does he dine with us? Fritz, take care those leather pillows are properly aired, and see that my bath is ready by ten o ‘clock. Give me your arm, Harcourt; what a blessing it is to be such a strong fellow!”

      “So it is, by Jove! I am always thankful for it. And you – how do you get on? You look well.”

      “Do I?” said he, faintly, and pushing back his hair with an almost fine-ladylike affectation. “I ‘m glad you say so. It always rallies me a little to hear I ‘m better. You had my letter about the fish?”

      “Ay, and I’ll give you such a treat.”

      “No, no, my dear Harcourt; a fried mackerel, or a whiting and a few crumbs of bread, – nothing more.”

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