Charles James Lever
That Boy Of Norcott's
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4064066174309
Table of Contents
CHAPTER IV. THE VILLA MALIBRAN
CHAPTER V. A FIRST DINNER-PARTY
CHAPTER VI. HOW THE DAYS WENT OYER
CHAPTER VII. A PRIVATE AUDIENCE
CHAPTER VIII. A DARK-ROOM PICTURE.
Mr next letter to my mother was very short, and ran thus:—
CHAPTER XVII. HANSERL OF THE YARD
CHAPTER XVIII. THE SAIL ACROSS THE BAY
CHAPTER XXII. UNWISHED-FOR PROMOTION
CHAPTER XXIII. THE MAN WHO TRAVELLED FOR OUR HOUSE
CHAPTER XXV. “ON THE ROAD” IN CROATIA
CHAPTER XXVII. SCHLOSS HUNYADI
CHAPTER XXIX. AN UNLOOKED-FOR MEETING
CHAPTER I. THE TRIAL
Some years ago there was a trial in Dublin, which, partly because the parties in the cause were in a well-to-do condition of life, and partly because the case in some measure involved the interests of the two conflicting Churches, excited considerable sensation and much comment.
The contention was the right to the guardianship of a boy whose father and mother had ceased to live together. On their separation they had come to a sort of amicable arrangement that the child—then seven years old—should live alternate years with each; and though the mother's friends warmly urged her not to consent to a plan so full of danger to her child, and so certain to result in the worst effects on his character, the poor woman, whose rank in life was far inferior to her husband's, yielded, partly from habit of deference to his wishes, and more still because she believed, in refusing these terms, she might have found herself reduced to accept even worse ones. The marriage had been unfortunate in every way. Sir Roger Norcott had accompanied his regiment, the—th Dragoons, to Ireland, where some violent disturbances in the south had called for an increase of military force. When the riots had been suppressed, the troops, broken up into small detachments, were quartered through the counties, as opportunity and convenience served; Norcott s troop—for he was a captain—being stationed in that very miserable and poverty-stricken town called Macroom. Here the dashing soldier, who for years had been a Guardsman, mixing in all the gayeties of a London life, passed days and weeks of dreary despondency. His two subs, who happened to be sons of men in trade, he treated with a cold and distant politeness, but never entered into their projects, nor accepted their companionship; and though they messed together each day, no other intimacy passed between them than the courtesies of the table.
It chanced that while thus hipped, and out of sorts, sick of the place and the service that had condemned him to it, he made acquaintance with a watchmaker, when paying for some slight service, and subsequently with his daughter, a very pretty, modest-looking, gentle girl of eighteen. The utter vacuity of his life, the tiresome hours of barrack-room solitude, the want of some one to talk to him, but, still more, of some one to listen—for he liked to talk, and talked almost well—led him to pass more than half his days and all his evenings at their house. Nor was the fact that his visits had become a sort of town scandal without its charm for a man who actually pined for a sensation, even though painful; and there was, too, an impertinence that, while declining the society of the supposed