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He Knew He Was Right

He Knew He Was Right

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Chapter 1 Shewing How Wrath Began

Word Count: 3877    |    Released on: 18/11/2017

Islands, and there fell in love with Emily Rowley, the daughter of Sir Marmaduke, the governor. Sir Marmaduke Rowley, at this period of his life, was a

eldest of the flock, then twenty years of age, seen as yet any Mandariner who exactly came up to her fancy. And, as Louis Trevelyan was a remarkably handsome young man, who was well connected, who had been ninth wrangler at Cambridge, who had already published a volume of poems, and who possessed 3,000 pounds a year of his own, arising from various perfectly secure investments, he was not forced to sigh long in vain. Indeed, the Rowleys, one and all, felt that providence had been very good to them in sending young Trevelyan on his travels in that direction, for he seemed to be a very pearl among men. Both Sir Marmaduke and Lady Rowley felt that there might be objections to such a marriage as that proposed to them, raised by the Trevelyan family. Lady Rowley would not have liked her da

ce to give either of t

m quite sure that men should never look for money. A man must be more comfortable, and

ed son-inlaw. As it was about time for him to have his leave of absence, he and sundry of the girls went to England with Mr Trevelyan, and the wedding was celebrated in London by the Rev. Oliphant Outhouse, of Saint Diddulph-in-the-

g, not in search of excitement, to kill beasts, or to encounter he knew not what novelty and amusement, but that he might see men and know the world. He had been on his travels for more than a year when the winds blew him to the Mandarins. Oh, how blessed were the winds! And, moreover, Sir Rowley found that his son-inlaw was well spoken of at the clubs by those who had known him during his university career, as a man popular

said Sir Marmaduke. 'He will be

her way too,' s

ad not observed his daughter's temper so accurately as his wife had done. With eight of them coming up around him, how should he have observed their temp

as the matter no one outside of the little household was aware of it. And there was a bab

another winter and another spring. Nora Rowley was with them in London, and by this time Mr Trevelyan had begun to think that he should like to have his own way completely. His baby was very nice, and his wife was clever,

er one morning, as they sat together in the little

lk of being sus

her not have Colonel Osborne here? A man older than

. You know he did not, and you should not sa

my pardon, I shall I shall continue to live with him, of course, as a sort

you I would

things he says to me. Am I to tell Colonel Osborne not to come? Heavens and earth! How should I ever hold up my head again if I were drive

to say you are

lf in that way to the best and oldest friend I have? If any such orders

bald indeed at the top of his head, and with a considerable sprinkling of grey hair through his bushy beard; but upright in his carriage, active, and quick in his step, who dressed well, and was clearly determined to make the most he could of what remained to him of the advantages of youth. Colonel Osborne was always so dressed that no one ever observed the nature of his garments, being no doubt well aware that no man after twenty-five can afford to call special attention to his coat, his hat, his cravat, or his trousers; but nevertheless the matter was one to which he paid much attention, and he was by no means lax in ascertaining what his tailor did for him. He always rode a pretty horse, and mounted his groom on one at any rate as pretty. He was known to have an excellent stud down in the shires, and had the reputation of going well with hounds. Poor Sir Marmaduke could not have ridden a hunt to save either his government or his credit. When, therefore, Mrs Trevelyan declared to her sister that Colonel Osborne was a man whom she was entitled to regard with semi-parental feelings of veneration because he was older than her father, she made a comparison which was more true in the letter than in the spirit. And when she asserted that Colonel Osborne had known her

r complexion was brown also, though the colour of her cheeks was often so bright as to induce her enemies to say falsely of her that she painted them. And she was very strong, as are some girls who come from the tropics, and whom a tropical climate has suited. She could sit on her horse the whole day long, and would never be weary with dancing at the Government House balls. When Colonel Osborne was introduced to he

insulted by her husband. As soon as the word had been spoken Trevelyan had left the room and had gone down among his books. But when he was alone he knew that he had insulted his wife. He was quite aware that he should have spoken to her gently, and have explained to her, with his arm round her waist, that it would be better for both of them that this friend's friendship should be limited. There is so much in a turn of the eye and in the tone given to a word when such things have to be said, so much more of importance than in the words themselves. As Trevelyan thought of this, and remembered what his manner had been, how much anger he had expressed, how far he had been from having his arm round his wife's waist as he spoke to her, he almost made up his mind to go upstairs and to apologise. But he was one to whose nature the giving of any apology was repulsive. He could not bear to have to own himself to have been wrong. And then his wife had been most provoking in her manner to him. When he had endeavoured to make her understand his wishes by certain disparaging hints which he had thrown out as to Colonel Osborne, saying that he was a dangerous man, one who did not show his true character, a snake in the grass, a man without settled principles, and such like, his wife had taken up the cudgels for her friend, and had openly declared that she did not believe a word of the things that were alleged against him. '

when his wife and his sister-inlaw had gone upstairs, he became anxious to learn whether, Colonel Osborne would come on that day, and, if so, whether he would be admitted. He had been told that Nora Rowley was to be called for by another lady, a Mrs Fairfax, to go out and look at pictures. His wife had declined to join Mrs Fairfax's party, having declared that, as she was going to dine out, she would not leave her baby all the afternoon. Louis Trevelyan, though he strove to apply his mind to an article which he was writing for a scientific quarterly review, could not

a to her sister in a whisper as they

,' said Mrs

I d

demeaning myself were I to allow what was said t

e so wrong, Emi

st judge what to do in my own h

s; cert

d. But to be told that he would rather not have Colonel Osborne here! If you had seen his manner and heard his word

which her sister well knew how to read. Then there was a knock at the door, and they both knew that Colonel

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1 Chapter 1 Shewing How Wrath Began2 Chapter 2 Colonel Osborne3 Chapter 3 Lady Milborough's Dinner Party4 Chapter 4 Hugh Stanbury5 Chapter 5 Shewing How the Quarrel Progressed6 Chapter 6 Shewing How Reconciliation was Made7 Chapter 7 Miss Jemima Stanbury, of Exeter8 Chapter 8 'I Know it Will Do'9 Chapter 9 Shewing How the Quarrel Progressed Again10 Chapter 10 Hard Words11 Chapter 11 Lady Milborough as Ambassador12 Chapter 12 Miss Stanbury's Generosity13 Chapter 13 The Honourable Mr Glascock14 Chapter 14 The Clock House at Nuncombe Putney15 Chapter 15 What They Said About it in the Close16 Chapter 16 Dartmoor17 Chapter 17 A Gentleman Comes to Nuncombe Putney18 Chapter 18 The Stanbury Correspondence19 Chapter 19 Bozzle, the Ex-Policeman20 Chapter 20 Shewing How Colonel Osborne Went to Cockchaffingto21 Chapter 21 Shewing How Colonel Osborne Went to Nuncombe Putne22 Chapter 22 Shewing How Miss Stanbury Behaved to Her Two Niece23 Chapter 23 Colonel Osborne and Mr Bozzle Return to London24 Chapter 24 Niddon Park25 Chapter 25 Hugh Stanbury Smokes His Pipe26 Chapter 26 A Third Party is So Objectionable27 Chapter 27 Mr Trevelyan's Letter to His Wife28 Chapter 28 Great Tribulation29 Chapter 29 Mr and Mrs Outhouse30 Chapter 30 Dorothy Makes up Her Mind31 Chapter 31 Mr Brooke Burgess32 Chapter 32 The 'Full Moon' at St. Diddulph's33 Chapter 33 Hugh Stanbury Smokes Another Pipe34 Chapter 34 Priscilla's Wisdom35 Chapter 35 Mr Gibson's Good Fortune36 Chapter 36 Miss Stanbury's Wrath37 Chapter 37 Mont Cenis38 Chapter 38 Verdict of the Jury 'Mad, My Lord'39 Chapter 39 Miss Nora Rowley is Maltreated40 Chapter 40 'C. G.'41 Chapter 41 Shewing what Took Place at St Diddulph's42 Chapter 42 Miss Stanbury and Mr Gibson Become Two43 Chapter 43 Laburnum Cottage44 Chapter 44 Brooke Burgess Takes Leave of Exeter45 Chapter 45 Trevelyan at Venice46 Chapter 46 The American Minister47 Chapter 47 About Fishing, and Navigation, and Head-Dresses48 Chapter 48 Mr Gibson is Punished49 Chapter 49 Mr Brooke Burgess After Supper50 Chapter 50 Camilla Triumphant51 Chapter 51 Shewing what Happened During Miss Stanbury's Ill52 Chapter 52 Mr Outhouse Complains that It's Hard53 Chapter 53 Hugh Stanbury is Shewn to Be No Conjuror54 Chapter 54 Mr Gibson's Threat55 Chapter 55 The Republican Browning56 Chapter 56 Withered Grass57 Chapter 57 Dorothy's Fate58 Chapter 58 Dorothy at Home59 Chapter 59 Mr Bozzle at Home60 Chapter 60 Another Struggle61 Chapter 61 Parker's Hotel, Mowbray Street62 Chapter 62 Lady Rowley Makes an Attempt63 Chapter 63 Sir Marmaduke at Home64 Chapter 64 Sir Marmaduke at His Club65 Chapter 65 Mysterious Agencies66 Chapter 66 Of a Quarter of Lamb67 Chapter 67 River's Cottage68 Chapter 68 Major Magruder's Committee69 Chapter 69 Sir Marmaduke at Willesden70 Chapter 70 Shewing what Nora Rowley Thought About Carriages71 Chapter 71 Shewing what Hugh Stanbury Thought About the Duty 72 Chapter 72 The Delivery of the Lamb73 Chapter 73 Dorothy Returns to Exeter74 Chapter 74 The Lioness Aroused75 Chapter 75 The Rowleys Go Over the Alps76 Chapter 76 'We Shall Be So Poor'77 Chapter 77 The Future Lady Peterborough78 Chapter 78 Casalunga79 Chapter 79 'I Can Sleep on the Boards'80 Chapter 80 'Will They Despise Him'81 Chapter 81 Mr Glascock is Master82 Chapter 82 Mrs French's Carving Knife83 Chapter 83 Bella Victrix84 Chapter 84 Self-Sacrifice85 Chapter 85 The Baths of Lucca86 Chapter 86 Mr Glascock as Nurse87 Chapter 87 Mr Glascock's Marriage Completed88 Chapter 88 Cropper and Burgess89 Chapter 89 'I Wouldn't Do It, If I was You'90 Chapter 90 Lady Rowley Conquered91 Chapter 91 Four O'clock in the Morning92 Chapter 92 Trevelyan Discourses on Life93 Chapter 93 'Say that You Forgive Me'94 Chapter 94 A Real Christian95 Chapter 95 Trevelyan Back in England96 Chapter 96 Monkhams97 Chapter 97 Mrs Brooke Burgess98 Chapter 98 Acquitted99 Chapter 99 Conclusion