The Adventures of Harry Richmond

The Adventures of Harry Richmond

George Meredith

CHAPTER I. I AM A SUBJECT OF CONTENTION

CHAPTER II. AN ADVENTURE ON MY OWN ACCOUNT

CHAPTER III. DIPWELL FARM

CHAPTER IV. I HAVE A TASTE OF GRANDEUR

CHAPTER V. I MAKE A DEAR FRIEND

CHAPTER VI. A TALE OF A GOOSE

CHAPTER VII. A FREE LIFE ON THE ROAD

CHAPTER VIII. JANET ILCHESTER

CHAPTER IX. AN EVENING WITH CAPTAIN BULSTED

CHAPTER X. AN EXPEDITION

CHAPTER XI. THE GREAT FOG AND THE FIRE AT MIDNIGHT

CHAPTER XII. WE FIND OURSELVES BOUND ON A VOYAGE

CHAPTER XIII. WE CONDUCT SEVERAL LEARNED ARGUMENTS WITH THE CAPTAIN OF THE PRISCILLA

CHAPTER XIV. I MEET OLD FRIENDS

CHAPTER XV. WE ARE ACCOSTED BY A BEAUTIFUL LITTLE LADY IN THE FOREST

CHAPTER XVI. THE STATUE ON THE PROMONTORY

CHAPTER XVII. MY FATHER BREATHES, MOVES, AND SPEAKS

CHAPTER XVIII. WE PASS A DELIGHTFUL EVENING, AND I HAVE A MORNING VISION

CHAPTER XIX. OUR RETURN HOMEWARD

CHAPTER XX. NEWS OF A FRESH CONQUEST OF MY FATHER'S

CHAPTER XXI. A PROMENADE IN BATH

CHAPTER XXII. CONCLUSION OF THE BATH EPISODE

CHAPTER XXIII. MY TWENTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY

CHAPTER XXIV. I MEET THE PRINCESS

CHAPTER XXV. ON BOARD A YACHT

CHAPTER XXVI. IN VIEW OF THE HOHENZOLLERN'S BIRTHPLACE

CHAPTER XXVII. THE TIME OF ROSES

CHAPTER XXVIII. OTTILIA

CHAPTER XXIX. AN EVENING WITH DR. JULIUS VON KARSTEG

CHAPTER XXX. A SUMMER STORM, AND LOVE

CHAPTER XXXI. PRINCESS OTTILIA'S LETTER

CHAPTER XXXII. AN INTERVIEW WITH PRINCE ERNEST AND A MEETING WITH PRINCE OTTO

CHAPTER XXXIII. WHAT CAME OF A SHILLING

CHAPTER XXXIV. I GAIN A PERCEPTION OF PRINCELY STATE

CHAPTER XXXV. THE SCENE IN THE LAKE-PALACE LIBRARY

CHAPTER XXXVI. HOMEWARD AND HOME AGAIN

CHAPTER XXXVII. JANET RENOUNCES ME

CHAPTER XXXVIII. MY BANKERS' BOOK

CHAPTER XXXIX. I SEE MY FATHER TAKING THE TIDE AND AM CARRIED ON IT MYSELF

CHAPTER XL. MY FATHER'S MEETING WITH MY GRANDFATHER

CHAPTER XLI. COMMENCEMENT OF THE SPLENDOURS AND PERPLEXITIES OF MY FATHER'S GRAND PARADE

CHAPTER XLII. THE MARQUIS OF EDBURY AND HIS PUPPET

CHAPTER XLIII. I BECOME ONE OF THE CHOSEN OF THE NATION

CHAPTER XLIV. MY FATHER IS MIRACULOUSLY RELIEVED BY FORTUNE

CHAPTER XLV. WITHIN AN INCH OF MY LIFE

CHAPTER XLVI. AMONG GIPSY WOMEN

CHAPTER XLVII. MY FATHER ACTS THE CHARMER AGAIN

CHAPTER XLVIII. THE PRINCESS ENTRAPPED

CHAPTER XLIX. WHICH FORESHADOWS A GENERAL GATHERING

CHAPTER L. WE ARE ALL IN MY FATHER'S NET

CHAPTER LI. AN ENCOUNTER SHOWING MY FATHER'S GENIUS IN A STRONG LIGHT

CHAPTER LII. STRANGE REVELATIONS, AND MY GRANDFATHER HAS HIS LAST OUTBURST

CHAPTER LIII. THE HEIRESS PROVES THAT SHE INHERITS THE FEUD AND I GO DRIFTING

CHAPTER LIV. MY RETURN TO ENGLAND

CHAPTER LV. I MEET MY FIRST PLAYFELLOW AND TAKE MY PUNISHMENT

CHAPTER LVI. CONCLUSION

One midnight of a winter month the sleepers in Riversley Grange were awakened by a ringing of the outer bell and blows upon the great hall-doors. Squire Beltham was master there: the other members of the household were, his daughter Dorothy Beltham; a married daughter Mrs. Richmond; Benjamin Sewis, an old half-caste butler; various domestic servants; and a little boy, christened Harry Lepel Richmond, the squire's grandson. Riversley Grange lay in a rich watered hollow of the Hampshire heath-country; a lonely circle of enclosed brook and pasture, within view of some of its dependent farms, but out of hail of them or any dwelling except the stables and the head-gardener's cottage. Traditions of audacious highwaymen, together with the gloomy surrounding fir-scenery, kept it alive to fears of solitude and the night; and there was that in the determined violence of the knocks and repeated bell-peals which assured all those who had ever listened in the servants' hall to prognostications of a possible night attack, that the robbers had come at last most awfully. A crowd of maids gathered along the upper corridor of the main body of the building: two or three footmen hung lower down, bold in attitude. Suddenly the noise ended, and soon after the voice of old Sewis commanded them to scatter away to their beds; whereupon the footmen took agile leaps to the post of danger, while the women, in whose bosoms intense curiosity now supplanted terror, proceeded to a vacant room overlooking the front entrance, and spied from the window.

Meanwhile Sewis stood by his master's bedside. The squire was a hunter, of the old sort: a hard rider, deep drinker, and heavy slumberer. Before venturing to shake his arm Sewis struck a light and flashed it over the squire's eyelids to make the task of rousing him easier. At the first touch the squire sprang up, swearing by his Lord Harry he had just dreamed of fire, and muttering of buckets.

'Sewis! you're the man, are you: where has it broken out?'

'No, sir; no fire,' said Sewis; 'you be cool, sir.'

'Cool, sir! confound it, Sewis, haven't I heard a whole town of steeples at work? I don't sleep so thick but I can hear, you dog! Fellow comes here, gives me a start, tells me to be cool; what the deuce! nobody hurt, then? all right!'

The squire had fallen back on his pillow and was relapsing to sleep.

Sewis spoke impressively: 'There's a gentleman downstairs; a gentleman downstairs, sir. He has come rather late.'

'Gentleman downstairs come rather late.' The squire recapitulated the intelligence to possess it thoroughly. 'Rather late, eh? Oh! Shove him into a bed, and give him hot brandy and water, and be hanged to him!'

Sewis had the office of tempering a severely distasteful announcement to the squire.

He resumed: 'The gentleman doesn't talk of staying. That is not his business. It's rather late for him to arrive.'

'Rather late!' roared the squire. 'Why, what's it o'clock?'

Reaching a hand to the watch over his head, he caught sight of the unearthly hour. 'A quarter to two? Gentleman downstairs? Can't be that infernal apothecary who broke 's engagement to dine with me last night? By George, if it is I'll souse him; I'll drench him from head to heel as though the rascal 'd been drawn through the duck-pond. Two o'clock in the morning? Why, the man's drunk. Tell him I'm a magistrate, and I'll commit him, deuce take him; give him fourteen days for a sot; another fourteen for impudence. I've given a month 'fore now. Comes to me, a Justice of the peace!—man's mad! Tell him he's in peril of a lunatic asylum. And doesn't talk of staying? Lift him out o' the house on the top o' your boot, Sewis, and say it's mine; you've my leave.'

Sewis withdrew a step from the bedside. At a safe distance he fronted his master steadily; almost admonishingly. 'It's Mr. Richmond, sir,' he said.