The Rock Ahead. Edmund Yates. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Edmund Yates
Издательство: Bookwire
Серия:
Жанр произведения: Языкознание
Год издания: 0
isbn: 4064066395261
Скачать книгу
on>

       Edmund Yates

      The Rock Ahead

      Books

      OK Publishing, 2020

       [email protected] Tous droits réservés.

      EAN 4064066395261

       Volume 1

       Volume 2

      Volume 1

       Table of Contents

       PROLOGUE.

       CHAPTER I. Whispered.

       CHAPTER II. Pondered.

       CHAPTER III. Proposed.

       CHAPTER IV. Settled.

       BOOK THE FIRST.

       CHAPTER I. Rowley Court.

       CHAPTER II. In Possession.

       CHAPTER III. Carabas House.

       CHAPTER IV. Breaking Cover.

       CHAPTER V. Memory-haunted.

       CHAPTER VI. Lloyd's Luck.

       CHAPTER VII. The Linnet's Cage.

       CHAPTER VIII. The Linnet's first Flight.

       CHAPTER IX. Soaring.

       BOOK THE SECOND.

       CHAPTER I. Progress.

       CHAPTER II. Integratio Amoris.

       CHAPTER III. At the Crystal Palace.

      My dear Sir,

      Although I have not the pleasure of your personal acquaintance, I venture to ask you to accept the dedication of this book, in slight acknowledgment of the admirable manner in which you have reproduced two of my previous stories (Broken to Harness and The Forlorn Hope) in the pages of the Revue des Deux Mondes, and of the flattering way in which you have frequently referred to my writings in that excellent periodical.

      Faithfully yours,

      EDMUND YATES.

      London, April 1868.

      PROLOGUE.

       Table of Contents

      Whispered.

       Table of Contents

      Hot in Brighton, very hot. The August sun reflected off white-chalk cliff and red-brick pavement, and the sea shining and sparkling like a sapphire; the statue of George the Fourth, in its robe of verdigris, looking on in blighted perspiration at the cabmen at its base, as though imploring a drink; the cabmen lolling undemonstratively on the boxes of their vehicles, not seeking for employment, and--partly by reason of the heat, but more, perhaps in consequence of the money received recently at the races--rather annoyed than otherwise when their services were called into requisition. For the Brighton races had just taken place, and the town, always so full, had been more crammed than ever. All the grand hotels had been filled with the upper ten thousand, who moved easily over from Chichester and Worthing and Bognor, where they had been staying for Goodwood, which immediately precedes Brighton; and all the lodgings had been taken by the betting-men and the turfites,--the "professionals," with whom the whole affair is the strictest matter of business, and to whom it is of no interest whether the race is run at Torquay or Wolverhampton, in blazing sunshine or pouring hailstorm, so long as the right thing "comes off," and they "land the winner."

      It was all right for the bookmakers this time at Brighton: the favourites, against which so much money had been staked, had been beaten, and "dark" horses, scarcely heard of, and backed for nothing, had carried off the principal prizes. So it followed that most of the gentry of the betting-ring, instead of hurrying off to the scene of their next trials of fortune, finding themselves with plenty of money in their pockets, at a pleasant place in lovely weather, made up their minds to remain there during the intervening Saturday and Sunday, and to drop business so far as possible until the Monday morning, when they would speed away by the early express-trains.

      So far as possible, but not entirely. It is impossible for them to drop business altogether even on this glorious Sunday afternoon, when the whole face of Nature is blandly smiling. See the broad blue bosom of the sea smooth and sparkling as glass, dotted here and there with white-sailed pleasure-boats; see far away, beyond the encircling belt of brick and stone, the broad shoulder of the bare and bushless downs, over which the fresh air careering comes away laden with the delicious scents of trodden turf and wild thyme and yellow gorse; see the brown beach, where under the lee of the fishing-smacks, or making a table of the large flukes of rusty anchors, sit groups of excursionists,--pallid Londoners, exulting in the unwonted luxury of escaping from the stony streets, and more excited by the brisk and revivifying sea air than by the contents of the stone bottle which stands in the midst of each group, and whose contents are so perpetually going round from hand to hand in the little footless glass; see the Esplanade thronged with its hundreds of foot passengers, its scores of flies and carriages; see the Stock Exchange in all its glory, and the children of Israel gorgeous in long ringlets, thunder-and-lightning neckties, and shot-silk parasols; and see the turf-men standing here and there in little knots, trying to be interested in the scenes passing around them, but ever and again turning to each other with some question of "odds," for some scrap of "intelligence."

      The