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The Two Vanrevels

Chapter 3 The Rogue's Gallery of a Father Should be Exhibited to a Daughter with Particular Care

Word Count: 3236    |    Released on: 29/11/2017

ight, between earth and stars, discovered a single brilliant and resonant spot, se

a red glow stole into the east, and the dance still continued, nay, grew faster than ever, the celestial watchers found the work too heavy for their str

ng men, and the drivers of the carriages, waiting in the dusty street, pressed up closer to the hedge, or came within and stretched themselves upon the lawn, to see the people waltzing in the daylight. The horses, having no such desires, stood with loosened c

ws there issued a warm breath, heavily laden with the smell of scented fans, of rich fabrics, of dying roses, to mingle with the spicy perfume of a wild crab-tree in fullest blossom, wh

h I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to fade by to-morro

to those dulcet measures; and then, with one accord,

thy loveliness fade as it will; And around the dear ruin

ot heartily desire to sing to Miss Betty Carewe, and who did not now (craning neck over partner's shoulder) seek to fix her with his glittering eye, while he sang "Oh, believe me" most directly and conspicuously at her. For that night was the beginning of

or his part, he was not even interested enough to attend and investigate. So he was going down the river in a canoe and preferred the shyness of bass to that of a girl of eighteen just from the convent, he said. Tom Vanrevel was not present on the occasion of these remarks; and the general concurrence with Crailey may be suspected as a purely verbal one, since, when the evening came, two

case the game proved worth the candle, and they were leaning effectively against the little rail

rful silk and lace flounces on her skirt, and her fan hung from a rope of great pearls. Ah, hideou

tamed and subjugated by the power of the feminine eye. Will Cummings came in soon, and, almost upon his heels, Eugene Madrillon and young Frank Chenoweth. No others appeared for half an hour, and the five gentlemen looked at one another aside, each divining his own diplomacy in his fellow's eye, and each

without more words, to declare the truth in regard to Crailey, they felt greater security in his absence from the field than in his betrothal. As Mr. Chenoweth, a youth as open as out-of-doors, both in countenance and mind, observed plaintively to Tappingham Marsh in a

s fan between two dances, attempted to propose to her during the sunrise waltz. Having sung "Oh, believe me" i

sness, she already possessed no novel acquaintance with the exclamation. But she made no comment; her partner's style was not a stimulant to repartee. "It would be heaven," he am

Rouen always to speak of Miss Carewe as "Miss Betty". He was a handsome old fellow, whose hair, long moustache and imperial were as white as he was proud of them, a Virginian with the admirable Southern fearlessness of being thought sentimental. Mounting a chair with complete dignity, he lifted a glass of wine high in the air, a

he radiant clouds at set of sun," and "Yet the sands of the hour-glass must fall, and in the calm and beauteous old age some day to be her lot, when fond mem'ry leads her back to view again the brilliant scene about her now, where stand 'fair women and brave men,' winecup in hand to do her h

thy loveliness fade as it will; And around the dear ruin, e

e they made about Betty Carewe, the charming faces of the women and their fine furbelows, handsome men and tall, all so gay, so cheerily smiling, and yet so earnest i

g on foot in different directions to homes near by. The sound of the voices and laughter drew away, slowly died out altogether, and the silence of the street was strange and unfamiliar to Betty. She went to the hedge and watched the musicians, who were the last to go, until they passed from sight: little black t

y, nevertheless with a hopeful glance at him, on the steps at his feet; and, as she did so, he looked down upon her with something more akin to geniality than anything she had ever seen in his eye before. It was not geniality itself,

er, she felt none, and wondered why, since he was her father. She was more curious about him than interested, and, though she did not know it, she was prepared to judge him-should occasion arise-precisely as she would judge any other mere acquaintance. This morning, for the first time, she was con

ng so unexpectedly human and pleasant in his not going to bed at once, but remaining to smoke on the veranda at this hour, that she gave him credit for a little of her own excitement, innocently fancying that he, also

she said, timidly. "I have no w

ith no kindness, either, in the level of his tone, "by never

her head to face him gravely. "I believe if I cared to dance mor

iscovered none last night whom you wish

ughed, "not

" he inquired, "that when you discover a gentleman with whom you d

o take his hand, but she immediately looked at him with such com

n it," she answered. "I'll t

etire now," said M

door, then turned at the threshold.

here, because she is out of town; but I do not imagine that you are inquiring about women. You mean: Was every unmarried male idiot who could afford a swallo

the fool?" she

of town, though I have no doubt you will see him sufficiently often when he retur

the k

m, it was to tell him that if he ever set foot on ground of mine I'd shoot him down, and he knows, and they all know, I shall keep my word! Elsewhere, I told him that for the sake of public peace, I should ignore him. I do. You will see him everywhere; but it will not be difficult; no one will have the hardihood to present him to my daughter. The quarrel bet

she answered in a ra

. "The last time I spoke to him it was to tell him that if he ever set foot on ground of mine, I'd shoot him down!" had been her father's de

o people's eyes and stammered so sincerely over a pretty speech that you almost believed him, it was he who was to marry Fanchon Bareaud-"if he remembers!" No wonder Fanchon had been in such a hurry to get him away.... "If he

who had suggested the unworthy thought, crushed him to a wretched pulp and threw him out of the open window. He i

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