tion>Frances Hodgson Burnett
A Lady of Quality
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664101013
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I—The twenty-fourth day of November 1690
CHAPTER II—In which Sir Jeoffry encounters his offspring
CHAPTER III—Wherein Sir Jeoffry’s boon companions drink a toast
CHAPTER V—“Not I,” said she. “There thou mayst trust me. I would not be found out.”
CHAPTER VI—Relating how Mistress Anne discovered a miniature
CHAPTER VII—’Twas the face of Sir John Oxon the moon shone upon
CHAPTER IX—“I give to him the thing he craves with all his soul—myself”
CHAPTER X—“Yes—I have marked him”
CHAPTER XI—Wherein a noble life comes to an end
CHAPTER XIII—Wherein a deadly war begins
CHAPTER XV—In which Sir John Oxon finds again a trophy he had lost
CHAPTER XVI—Dealing with that which was done in the Panelled Parlour
CHAPTER XVII—Wherein his Grace of Osmonde’s courier arrives from France
CHAPTER XVIII—My Lady Dunstanwolde sits late alone and writes
CHAPTER XIX—A piteous story is told, and the old cellars walled in
CHAPTER XXIV—The doves sate upon the window-ledge and lowly cooed and cooed
CHAPTER I—The twenty-fourth day of November 1690
On a wintry morning at the close of 1690, the sun shining faint and red through a light fog, there was a great noise of baying dogs, loud voices, and trampling of horses in the courtyard at Wildairs Hall; Sir Jeoffry being about to go forth a-hunting, and being a man with a choleric temper and big, loud voice, and given to oaths and noise even when in good-humour, his riding forth with his friends at any time was attended with boisterous commotion. This morning it was more so than usual, for he had guests with him who had come to his house the day before, and had supped late and drunk deeply, whereby the day found them, some with headaches, some with a nausea at their stomachs, and some only in an evil humour which made them curse at their horses when they were restless, and break into loud surly laughs when a coarse joke was made. There were many such jokes, Sir Jeoffry and his boon companions being renowned throughout the county for the freedom of their conversation as for the scandal of their pastimes, and this day ’twas well indeed, as their loud-voiced, oath-besprinkled jests rang out on the cold air, that there were no ladies about to ride forth with them.
’Twas Sir Jeoffry who was louder than any other, he having drunk even deeper than the rest, and though ’twas his boast that he could carry a bottle more than any man, and see all his guests under the table, his last night’s bout had left him in ill-humour and boisterous. He strode about, casting oaths at the dogs and rating the servants, and when he mounted his big black horse ’twas amid such a clamour of voices and baying hounds that the place was like Pandemonium.
He was a large man of florid good looks, black eyes, and full habit of body, and had been much renowned in his youth for his great strength, which was indeed almost that of a giant, and for his deeds of prowess in the saddle and at the table when the bottle went round. There were many evil stories of his roysterings, but it was not his way to think of them as evil, but rather to his credit as a man of the world, for, when he heard that they were gossiped about, he greeted the information with a loud triumphant laugh. He had married, when she was fifteen, the blooming toast of the county, for whom his passion had long died out, having indeed departed with the honeymoon, which had been of the briefest, and afterwards he having borne her a grudge for what he chose to consider her undutiful conduct. This grudge was founded on the fact that, though she had presented him each year since their marriage with a
