Author : Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
Publisher : Library of Alexandria
ISBN 13 : 146559406X
Total Pages : 657 pages
Book Rating : 4.4/5 (655 download)
Book Synopsis Lady Good-for-Nothing by : Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
Download or read book Lady Good-for-Nothing written by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch and published by Library of Alexandria. This book was released on 1910 with total page 657 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: In fairness to Captain Vyell be it added that heÑa young English blood, bearing kinship with two or three of the great Whig families at home, and sceptical as became a person of qualityÑwas capable as any one of relishing the comedy, had it been pointed out to him. With equal readiness he would have scoffed at Man's pretensions in this world and denied him any place at all in the next. Nevertheless on a planet the folly of which might be taken for granted he claimed at least his share of the reverence paid by fools to rank and wealth. He was travelling this lonely coast on a tour of inspection, to visit and report upon a site where His Majesty's advisers had some design to plant a fort; and a fine ostentation coloured his progress here as through life. He had brought his coach because it conveyed his claret and his batterie de cuisine (the seaside inns were detestable); but being young and extravagantly healthy and, with all his faults, very much of a man, he preferred to ride ahead on his saddle-horse and let his pomp follow him. Six horses drew the coach, and to each pair of leaders rode a postillion, while a black coachman guided the wheelers from the box-seat; all three men in the Collector's livery of white and scarlet. On a perch behind the vehicleÑwhich, despite its weight, left but the shallowest of wheel-ruts on the hard sandÑsat Manasseh, the Collector's cook and body-servant; a huge negro, in livery of the same white and scarlet but with heavy adornments of bullion, a cockade in his hat, and a loaded blunderbuss laid across his thighs. Last and alone within the coach, with a wine-case for footstool, sat a five-year-old boy. Master Dicky VyellÑthe Collector's only child, and motherlessÑsat and gazed out of the windows in a delicious terror. For hours that morning the travellers had ploughed their way over a plain of blown sand, dotted with shrub-oaks, bay-berries, and clumps of Indian grass; then, at a point where the tall cliffs began, had wound down to the sea between low foothills and a sedge-covered marsh criss-crossed by watercourses that spread out here and there into lagoons. At the head of this descent the Atlantic had come into sight, and all the way down its echoes had grown in the boy's ears, confusing themselves with a delicious odour which came in fact from the fields of sedge, though he attributed it to the ocean.
