Vellenaux A Novel by Edmund William Forrest (best e book reader TXT) 📕

Under Her Direction,  Been Restored To Its Ancient Splendour. It Was Her

Ladyship'S Intention To Come Up To Town Shortly,  And Give A Series Of

Balls And Receptions,  When She Would Be Much Pleased To Receive His

Friends; And By This Means Lady Chutny'S Advent Among The Big Bugs At

Madras,  Was Quietly Heralded Without The Slightest Effort Or Ostentation

On Her Part.

The Firm Of Deeds,  Chancery And Deeds,  Of Gray'S Inn Lane,  The

Solicitors Employed By Horace Barton,  On Behalf Of Miss Effingham,  And

Who Had Caused To Be Inserted In The _Times_ Newspaper The Advertisement

Alluded To In a Previous Chapter,  Had Not Long To Wait For The

Information Sought After. For On The Following Morning Mr. Septimus

Jones,  Mr. Crowquill And The Firm Clerk,  Presented Themselves At The

Office In Gray'S Inn Lane. The Rough Draft Was Produced,  And The Will Of

The Late Sir Jasper Coleman,  Brought To London By Arthur Carlton,  And

Now In The Hands Of The Gray'S Inn Lawyers,  Compared With It,  And After

Careful Scrutiny It Was Declared To Be The Identical Will Drawn By The

Hammersmith Lawyer,  And Witnessed By His Two Clerks Several Years Ago;

This Was Duly Sworn To,  And Certain Other Documentary Evidence Taken

Down,  And The Three Gentlemen Returned To Their Homes In Hammersmith,

Each Twenty Guineas Richer Than When He Had Left It In The Morning.

Now,  Although There Was No One To Contest The Will,  Yet There Were

Certain Legal Technicalities And Forms To Be Gone Through Before Edith

Could Take Formal Possession Of Vellenaux,  Besides These Same Lawyers

Had Been Empowered To Draw Up The Marriage Contract,  Settlements,  Etc.,

Between Her And Arthur,  The Doing Of Which Would Take A Considerable

Time,  Much Longer Perhaps Than The Ardent Lover Might Think Necessary.

Edith Would Not Hear Of Her Dear Arthur Remaining In The Service After

Their Marriage; So Arrangements Were Made For The Selling Of His

Commission; This Sum,  Together With The Amount Bequeathed To Him By The

Late Sir Jasper,  Would Put Him In Possession Of Seven Thousand Pounds.

It Was Planned That The Wedding Should Take Place At The Old Fashioned

Church At Vellenaux. There Was To Be No Wedding Tour,  But The Bridal

Party And A Large Number Of Friends Were To Proceed To Castle Audly,  The

Seat Of Lord De Belton,  Who Had Served In arthur'S Regiment,  And Had

Been Intimately Acquainted With Him For A Few Years In India. Castle

Audly Was A Very Ancient And Romantic Pile,  And Quite The Show Place Of

The Country,  Here There Was To Be A Magnificent _Fete Champetre,

Dejeuner A La Fourchette_,  With Archery And Other Amusements Provided By

The Noble Owner; The Whole Party Were To Return And Dine At Vellenaux,

And Wind Up The Entertainment By A Grand Ball At Night.

"Of Course,  My Dear Carlton," Said Horace Barton To That Young Gentleman

One Afternoon While Lounging In The Drawing Room In berkly Square

Waiting To Attend The Fair Edith In a Canter Through Hyde Park,  "Of

Course You Will Stand For The County At The Next General Election? Sir

Sampson French,  Who Is Too Old To Again Take Office,  Will,  I Am Certain,

Retire In Your Favour,  If You Will Only Come Forward As A Candidate; You

Have Plenty Of Friends And Admirers In and Around Vellenaux To Ensure

Your Return If Properly Canvassed. A Man Of Your Ability And Standing In

Society Cannot Afford To Remain Idle At Such A Time,  Though He May Have

A Rich Wife To Back Him."

"I Should Like To Get Into Parliament Above All Things,  And Certainly

Shall Endeavour So To Do,  Providing Edith Gives Her Consent,  And The

Good Folks Of The County Will Give Me Their Support," Was Arthur'S Reply

As The Lady Of His Love Made Her Appearance Equipped For The Ride.

It Had Been The Intention Of The Bartons,  To Return To Devonshire

Immediately After,  The Ball In berkly Square,  But The Sudden Appearance

Of Captain Carlton With The Startling Announcement Of The Accidental

Death Of Sir Ralph Coleman And The Disclosures Made By The Unhappy Man

Ere He Breathed His Last,  Caused Them To Put Off Their Intended

Departure For Some Weeks,  Until Matters Were _En Train_ For Establishing

The Validity Of Edith'S Claim To The Estate Of Her Late Uncle.

Aunt Cotterell And Her Good Humored Husband Had,  Without The Knowledge Of

Any Of Their Friends,  Built A Handsome House On The Bank Of The Brook

Which Ran Between Tom Bartons And The Rectory; Besides This,  Mrs.

Ashburnham Had Confidently Whispered To Cousin Kate That Her Dear

William Was About To Give Up His Practice Which,  For The Last Fifteen

Years,  He Had Labored At So Assiduously And Successfully,  And That He

Was Now Actually Arranging For The Purchase Of That Very Pretty Villa

And Grounds Just Beyond The Willows,  As Its Owner,  Sir Edmund Wildacres

Had,  By Racing And Other Gambling Proclivities,  Managed To Run Through

And Overdraw His Cash Account At His Bankers,  So That His Landed

Property Had To Come To The Hammer,  And,  The Young Spendthrift Was About

To Retire To Some Cheap Continental Watering Place Until Some Of His

Antiquated Relatives Should Be Condescending Enough To Shuffle Off This

Mortal Coil And Resign Their Purses And Property To His Careful

Control. And With Edith And Arthur Settled At Vellenaux,  There Would Be

Formed At Once A Happy Circle,  Bound Together By Ties Of Family

Affection And Disinterested Friendship,  And With Such Supporters As

These To Canvass His Cause,  Arthur'S Return,  As County Member,  Might Be

Looked Upon As Amounting Almost To A Certainty.

The Lovers Did Not Fail To Take Advantage Of The Extension Of Time To Be

Spent In The Great Metropolis,  And Balls Parties,  Operas,  And Galleries

Of The Arts And Sciences,  Exhibitions Of Pictures And Such Other

Amusements As Best Suited The Tastes And Inclinations Of These Two,  For

The Time Being,  Devoted Votaries Of Pleasures,  Were Visited. There Was

Another Most Important Matter That Had To Be Attended To,  And This Was

One That Entailed Numberless Visits To And From Madam Carsand'S In bond

Street,  Store & Martimer'S,  Waterloo Place,  And Other Fashionable

Emporiums,  Where The Numerous Articles,  Indispensable To The Trousseau

And Toilette Of A Young And Beautiful Heiress.

It Will Be Remembered That In The Search For The Begum Of Runjetpoora,

Carlton Had Brought Away With Him In His Sabretache A Small Steel Casket

As A Trophy; After His Return From The Fort,  And While Dressing For

Mess,  He Remembered This Circumstance,  And Was About To Open And Examine

The Casket And Had Already Taken It In His Hand For That Purpose,  When

Footsteps Were Heard Approaching The Tent,  And Not Wishing Others,  To

See His Little Prize He Carelessly Tossed It Into An Open Trunk,  Among

His Wearing Apparel,  Where It Remained Undisturbed Until After His

Arrival In england,  When,  In Looking Over His Wardrobe He Came Across

The Identical Casket Which Had Lain There So Long And By Him Quite

Forgotten. Unable Without The Key To Open It Himself,  He Sent For A

Locksmith,  Who,  In a Very Short Time Caused The Lid To Spring Open,

When,  To Arthur'S Surprise And Delight It Was Found To Contain A Number

Of Precious Stones Of Great Value,  In Fact It Was The Begum'S Jewel

Case,  Containing Diamonds Of The First Water,  Rubies Of Unusual Size,

And Pearls Of Great Price,  Which,  On Being Taken To A Jeweler,  Proved To

Be Worth,  Somewhere About Ten Thousand Pounds. Arthur,  Although By No

Means A Man Of Business Habits,  Knew Enough To Convince Him That This

Sum,  Together With The Five Thousand Pounds Left Him By Sir Jasper

Coleman,  With What Might Be Realized By The Sale Of His Commission,  If

Properly Invested,  Would Secure To Him An Income Of Not Less Than Twelve

Hundred A Year,  A Very Pretty Sum For A Man To Have Of His Own For

Pocket Money,  Although His Wife Should Happen To Possess Twenty Thousand

A Year. He Determined To Carry Out This Arrangement As Soon As Any

Suitable Opportunity For So Doing Came To His Knowledge,  But With The

Exception Of Draycott He Told No One Of The Begum'S Jewels,  Or His

Intentions Concerning Their Disposal.

The Happy,  Light Dragoon,  In Order To Be Near The Lady Of His Love,  Had

Taken Up His Quarters At Harold'S Hotel,  In albermarle Street,  A Very

Quiet,  But Aristocratic Place,  Leading Into Picadilly. Beyond The

Bartons And Their Family Circle,  He Had Few Intimate Friends,  In Fact,

Except Draycott,  The Surgeon Of His Regiment,  With Whom He Had Been On

The Most Intimate Terms For Years In India,  And To Whom He Revealed All

His Joys And Sorrows,  There Was Not One Male Friend He Cared A Jot For

In London; Of Course The Men Of His Club,  And Those He Had Met Abroad,

Who,  Like Himself,  Were Now Home On Leave,  Dropped In Upon Him

Occasionally At His Rooms; But His Constant Visitor And Companion In His

Peregrinations Through The Labyrinths Of The Great Babylon During The

Height Of A London Season,  Was Draycott: He Was Young,  Clever,  High

Principled,  Thoroughly Good Natured,  And Of An Old County Family. He Had

But Once Only Paid A Flying Visit To The Metropolis Previous To Joining

His Regiment In India,  And Now Having A Few Pounds To Spare,  Was

Determined To Enjoy Himself In The Gay Capital To His Heart'S Content,

And Whenever Practicable,  Induced Arthur To Give Him His Society.

They Had Been Breakfasting Together,  One Morning In The Latter'S

Apartment,  And Were Discussing Numerous Scenes And Things At Home And

Abroad In Which They Had Both