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really most considerate察 and that Sir Leicester察 in the dignity of
being implacable察 little supposes how much he is humoured。 As
little does he think how near together he and his antagonist have
suffered察 in the fortunes of two sisters察 and his antagonist察 who
knows it now察is not the man to tell him。 So the quarrel goes on to
the satisfaction of both。
In one of the lodges of the park察that lodge within sight of the
house where察once upon a time察when the waters were out down at
Lincolnshire察my Lady used to see the Keeper¨s child察the stalwart
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man察the trooper formerly察is housed。 Some relics of his old calling
hang upon the walls察and these it is the chosen recreation of a little
lame man about the stable´yard to keep gleaming bright。 A busy
little man he always is察in the polishing at harness´house doors察of
stirrup´irons察 bits察 curb´chains察 harness´bosses察 anything in the
way of a stable´yard that will take a polish此leading a life of friction。
A shaggy little damaged man察withal察not unlike an old dog of some
mongrel breed察 who has been considerably knocked about。 He
answers to the name of Phil。
A goodly sight it is to see the grand old housekeeper harder of
hearing now going to church on the arm of her son察 and to
observe!which few do察for the house is scant of company in these
times!the relations of both towards Sir Leicester察 and his
towards them。 They have visitors in the high summer weather察
when a grey cloak and umbrella察 unknown to Chesney Wold at
other periods察are seen among the leaves察when two young ladies
are occasionally found gambolling察 in sequestered saw´pits察 and
such nooks of the park察and when the smoke of two pipes wreathes
away into the fragrant evening air察from the trooper¨s door。 Then
is a fife heard trolling within the lodge on the inspiring topic of the
British Grenadiers察and察as the evening closes in察a gruff inflexible
voice is heard to say察while two men pace together up and down察
^But I never own to it before the old girl。 Discipline must be
maintained。 ̄
The greater part of the house is shut up察and it is a show´house
no longer察 yet Sir Leicester holds his shrunken state in the long
drawing´room for all that察and reposes in his old place before my
Lady¨s picture。 Closed in by night with broad screens察 and
illumined only in that part察 the light of the drawing´room seems
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gradually contracting and dwindling until it shall be no more。 A
little more察 in truth察 and it will be all extinguished for Sir
Leicester察 and the damp door in the mausoleum which shuts so
tight察and looks so obdurate察will have opened and received him。
Volumnia察growing with the flight of time pinker as to the red in
her face察and yellower as to the white察reads to Sir Leicester in the
long evenings察 and is driven to various artifices to conceal her
yawns此of which the chief and most efficacious is the insertion of
the pearl necklace between her rosy lips。 Longwinded treatises on
the Buffy and Boodle question察showing how Buffy is immaculate
and Boodle villainous察 and how the country is lost by being all
Boodle and no Buffy察or saved by being all Buffy and no Boodle it
must be one of the two察 and cannot be anything else察 are the
staple of her reading。 Sir Leicester is not particular what it is察and
does not appear to follow it very closely察 further than that he
always comes broad awake the moment Volumnia ventures to
leave off察and sonorously repeating her last word察begs with some
displeasure to know if she finds herself fatigued拭 However察
Volumnia察 in the course of her bird´like hopping about and
pecking at papers察 has lighted on a memorandum concerning
herself察 in the event of ^anything happening ̄ to her kinsman察
which is handsome compensation for an extensive course of
reading察and holds even the dragon Boredom at bay。
The cousins generally are rather shy of Chesney Wold in its
dulness察but take to it a little in the shooting season察 when guns
are heard in the plantations察 and a few scattered beaters and
keepers wait at the old places of appointment察 for low´spirited
twos and threes of cousins。 The debilitated cousin察 more
debilitated by the deariness of the place察gets into a fearful state of
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depression察groaning under penitential sofa´pillows in his gunless
hours察and protesting that such fernal old jail¨s!nough t¨sew fler
up!frever。
The only great occasions for Volumnia察in this changed aspect
of the place in Lincolnshire察are those occasions察rare and widely
separated察 when something is to be done for the county察 or the
country察in the way of gracing a public ball。 Then察indeed察does the
tuckered slyph come out in fairy form察and proceed with joy under
cousinly escort to the exhausted old assembly´room察 fourteen
heavy miles off察which察during three hundred and sixty´four days
and nights of every ordinary year察is a kind of Antipodean lumber´
room察 full of old chairs and tables察 upside down。 Then察 indeed察
does she captivate all hearts by her condescension察by her girlish
vivacity察 and by her skipping about as in the days when the
hideous old general with the mouth too full of teeth察 had not cut
one of them at two guineas each。 Then does she twirl and twine察a
pastoral nymph of good family察 through the mazes of the dance。
Then do the swains appear with tea察 with lemonade察 with
sandwiches察with homage。 Then is she kind and cruel察stately and
unassuming察 various察 beautifully wilful。 Then is there a singular
kind of parallel between her and the little glass chandeliers of
another age察 embellishing that assembly´room察 which察 with their
meagre stems察 their spare little drops察 their disappointing knobs
were no drops are察 their bare little stalks from which knobs and
drops have both departed察 and their little feeble prismatic
twinkling察all seem Volumnias。
For the rest察 Lincolnshire life to Volumnia is a vast blank of
overgrown house looking out upon trees察 sighing察 wringing their
hands察 bowing their heads察 and casting their tears upon the
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