Vellenaux A Novel by Edmund William Forrest (booksvooks txt) 📕

Turnip Fields. All This,  Together With A Pretty Little Loving Wife For A

Companion,  Was,  To Tom'S Notion,  Something Worth Living For,  And A

Position He Would Not Exchange For All The Gaieties Of London Life With

A Seat On The Woolsack Into The Bargain.

Again No. 54 Harley Street Was Thrown Into A State Of Bustle And

Confusion. Millinery Girls,  With Innumerable Band Boxes,  And Oddly

Shaped Parcels Were Continually Arriving. In The Drawing Room There Was

Assembled Daily A Sort Of Joint High Commission,  Consisting Of A Bevy Of

Pretty Maidens With One Or Two Handsome Matrons,  Who Were Engaged In

Deciding On The Colour,  Material,  And Cut Of Certain Wearables

Appertaining To The Wedding Trousseau Of Miss Cotterell. There Were

Continual Visits Made To The Fashionable Emporiums Of Silk,  Lace &C.,  In

Oxford And Regent Streets,  And Other Parts Of The Metropolis. The

Wedding Day At Length Arrived. A Considerable Distance Up Harley Street

Was Lined With Carriages Of Various Descriptions,  The Coachmen And

Footmen Of Which Appeared In Holiday Costume And Wearing White Satin

Favors,  And There Was Quite An Excitement In The Immediate Vicinity To

Witness The Arrival And Departure Of The Wedding Party To And From

Church. Kate Cotterell,  Attended By Her Six Bridesmaids All Looking Very

Lovely In Toilettes Befitting The Occasion,  Created Quite A Sensation

Among The Spectators As They Stepped From No. 54 Into The Carriages That

Were To Convey Them To Hanover Square.

After A Very _Recherche_ Breakfast,  Served In Gunter'S Best Style,  In

The Handsome Drawing Room Of The Cotterells',  In Harley Street,  Tom And

His Fair Bride Took Their Departure _En Route_ For The Continent. They

Were To Make A Tour Of Several Months Through France,  Germany And

Switzerland,  Likewise Enjoy Several Weeks On The Banks Of The Beautiful

Rhine.

Mr. Cotterell Undertook To Arrange Matters Concerning The Purchase Of

The Cottage So Much Admired,  Which He Intended To Present To His

Daughter As A Marriage Gift,  And Aunt Sarah,  Emily,  And Mrs. Ashburnham

Took Upon Themselves The Responsibility Of Furnishing The Said Cottage,

And Otherwise Rendering It In every Way Suitable For The Reception Of

The Happy Couple,  And Thus Enable Them To Commence Housekeeping

Immediately On Their Return To England.

The Various Events And Proceedings Were Duly Recorded And Forwarded From

Time To Time For The Information Of Horace And Pauline Barton,  In Their

Eastern Home On The Banks Of The Hoogly; And Edith,  Who Still Kept Up A

Correspondence With Kate And Julia,  Received A Full Account,  Descriptive

Of The Wedding Trousseaus And Paraphernalia Incident To Both Ceremonies,

And Followed Up By A Delicate Enquiry As To When She Intended To Return

The Compliment By Favouring Them With The Details Of An Indian Wedding,

Which They Supposed Must Soon Take Place,  And Would,  No Doubt,  Prove A

Gorgeous And Magnificent Affair In True Oriental Style. So Wrote The

Happy Girls To Their Old Friend And Companion In calcutta,  For,

According To Pauline'S Account,  She Had No End Of Suitors Among The

Wealthiest In The Land.

To All Those Enquiries Edith'S Usual Reply Was That The Time Was

Somewhat Distant When She Could Indulge In dreams Of Happiness. Her

Position Was Somewhat Changed,  Thus,  Probably,  The Event They So Often

Alluded To Might Never Take Place,  And The Reader Must Remember,  That

Although Edith And Arthur Were,  Beyond Doubt,  Devotedly Attached To Each

Other,  The Word That Would Have Made Them Both Happy Had Not Yet Been

Spoken; There Was No Engagement,  Or In Fact,  Any Advance Towards One,

Yet Both,  In Their Heart Of Hearts,  Realized The Great Love They Felt

For Each Other. But Prudential Motives Had Kept Arthur Silent. Edith

Knew This And Was Content To Wait For The Developments Of The Future. In

The Meantime She Did Not Hesitate To Participate In The Amusements And

Enjoyments Which Offered,  And Which Were Continually Pressed Upon Her By

Her Kind Friends,  The Bartons.

The Capital Of Bengal Was A Very Gay City. What With Balls And Public

Breakfasts At The Governor General'S,  Brilliant Assemblages Given By The

Civil Service Granders,  With No End Of Picnics,  Theatricals,  Cricket

Matches And Races Improvised By The Military And Naval Officers,  For The

Especial Benefit (At Least So They Said) Of The Beautiful,  Gay

Butterflies That Condescended To Grace,  With Their Presence,  Such

Assemblages; And Pauline Barton Never Allowed These Occurrences To

Transpire Without Inducing The Beautiful Miss Effingham,  As She Was

Usually Styled,  To Accompany Her,  For Pauline Was,  Indeed,  Very Popular

In Chowringee And Around Its Vicinity,  And Her Bungalow Was A Constant

Lounge For The Gallants Of All Services. Horace Was No Niggard In His

Hospitality,  But Preferred The Ease And Comfort Of His Own Sanctum To

The Gay Rattle That Was Continually Going On In His Pretty Little Wife'S

Drawing Room Or Verandahs. And Arthur Was Again,  For A Fourth Time Since

His Arrival In The Country,  In calcutta. He Had Contrived To Get

Appointed One Of A Committee For The Purchasing Of Troop Horses For His

Regiment And This Would Detain Him At The Presidency For A Couple Of

Months. This Was A Source Of Much Pleasure To Edith,  For Sometimes

Accompanied By Mrs. Barton,  But More Frequently Alone,  Would Arthur And

Edith,  Either Driving Or On Horseback,  Wend Their Way Through The Shaded

Avenues That Crossed The Midan,  Along The Strand By The River Side To

Garden,  Reach And Loiter In The Botanical Gardens; This Being

Considered By The Grandees The Most Fashionable Resort For A Canter In

The Early Morn Or A Pleasant Drive About Sunset.

It Never Entered The Head Of Pretty Mrs. Barton That There Could Be Any

Serious Love Making Between Her Friend And The Handsome Lieutenant. She

Knew That They Had Been Brought Up Together From Childhood And Were More

Like Brother And Sister Than Lovers,  And Had Such An Idea Been Suggested

To Her By Any Of Her Friends,  She Would Have Pooh Poohed It As Mere

Moonshine. She Knew That It Was Out Of The Question For A Subaltern To

Enter The Matrimonial Arena; Besides The Brilliant Beauty Of Miss

Effingham Must Command A Suitable Alliance And An Enviable Position

Whenever She Cared To Enter Upon The Responsibility Of Married Life,  And

It Appeared Evident That Edith Was In No Hurry To Take The Initiative Or

Allow Herself To Be Led Away By The Flattering Speeches She Daily Heard

From Those,  By Whom She Was Surrounded. Nor Was Mrs. Barton At All

Desirous That She Should Enter Into Any Such Engagement,  For She Was

Well Aware That It Was The Charm Of Her Fair Friend'S Manner That Drew

To Her House The Most Agreeable And Handsomest Men Of The Capital. She

Knew Likewise That It Was Horace'S Intention To Settle In england As

Soon As His Term Of Service Should Expire,  And It Would Then Be Time For

Edith To Select From Her Numerous Admirers The One She Most Preferred,

But Until That Time She Should Be Exceedingly Sorry To Part With Her.

"Do You Intend Spending The Day At Mrs. Deborah'S?" Enquired Mrs. Barton

Of Edith As They Rose From The Breakfast Table. Edith Replied In The

Affirmative. "Well,  Then,  I Will Send The Palkee For You; But Do Not Be

Late,  My Dear,  For Dinner." She Had No Intention Of Being Too Late,  As

She Knew That In all Probability Arthur Would Make His Appearance During

The Evening. The Distance From The Bartons To Her Friend'S Bungalow Was

Not More Than Half A Mile. The Road Lay Through A Very Picturesque But

Somewhat Lonely Part Of The Suburbs. The Date And Stately Palms,

Intermingled With The Blossom Of The Gold Mohur Trees,  Looked So Very

Lovely By The Light Of The Setting Sun. For Some Cause Or Other Edith'S

Palkee Did Not Arrive At The Time Appointed,  And Not Wishing To Trouble

Her Friend--Who Usually Sent Her Children At Sunset In Their Palkee For

An Airing--And Attracted By The Beauty Of The Scene,  She Started To Walk

Home,  Thinking Of The Pleasure Of Meeting Arthur. Her Mind Was Engaged

On This Subject When She Reached A Date Grove,  A Short Distance From The

Road Side,  And So Busy Was She With Her Thoughts,  She Had Not Noticed

That For The Past Few Minutes She Had Been Followed By A Tall,  Burly

Mussulman,  And He Came Upon Her Before She Was Aware Of His Presence.

Without A Word Of Warning,  He Threw His Long Arms Around Her Waist,  And

Endeavored To Drag Or Carry Her To The Date Grove. There Could Be No

Mistaking His Intentions,  And He Would No Doubt Have Succeeded In

Carrying Out His Villainous Design--For The Terrified Girl Was In a Half

Fainting Condition,  And Unable From The Suddenness Of The Attack,  To

Offer Much Resistance--When Arthur Carlton,  Who Had Been Attracted To

The Spot By Her Shrieks And Cries For Help,  Came To The Rescue. He Had

Called At The Bungalow,  And Learning Where She Might Be Found,  Had Set

Out In Search Of Her,  And Arrived Just In Time. The Ruffian Managed To

Make Good His Escape,  Not,  However,  Before He Had Received Several

Marks Of Arthur'S Favor From The Horsewhip He Carried. He Then Supported

The Still,  Trembling Girl Home,  And She Soon Forgot,  In His Society,  The

Danger Which Had Menaced Her.

Exasperated Beyond Measure At So Rare An Occurrence As The Attack Made

On His Beloved Edith,  He At Once Sought The Aid Of The Police,  And From

The Description Given They Soon Succeeded In Tracing The Offender,  Who

Proved To Be A Subaltern Of The Native Cavalry. The Affair Was Reported

To Head Quarters,