Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription BRUNO. 187
at T castle ; modest in his deportment, without arrogance
of any kind ; and, in all respects, a very worthy personage. I
I do not mean to say that he now assumed the appearance of
one who had become less so ; but he certainly was no longer the
quiet, subdued and somewhat melancholy man whom I had
heretofore been wont to find him. A certain boyish lightness
of manner and gayety of speech distinguished him as we rode
together ; �and, though these qualities might not be altogether
inconsistent with what is becoming in a man of forty, yet were
they, at the same time, very far from corresponding with the
usual characteristics which he had borne in our previous inti-
macy. Until now I should have called him a dull person, pose
sensed of good, benevolent feelings ; rather grave and sombre
in his discourse ; and, altogether, having no qualities to recom-
mend him to a higher destination than that which he filled in
the castle of the baroness. Now, he suddenly became the man
of spirit ; his words were mirthful, his voice musical, his opin-
ions playful and even witty ; and, not unfrequently, he would
burst into little catches of song, that sounded unpleasantly in
my ears, since I could neither conjure up cause of merriment in
my own mind, nor conjecture the sources for so much of it in
his. Nor did this conduct seem the result of simple natural
feelings�the play of health in an exercise which was agree-
able, or of sensations which lie beneath the surface only, and obe-
dient to the summons of any cheerful wayfarer, who, having no
cares, is susceptible of the most ordinary pleasures. There was
an air of positive exultation in his looks, a triumphant conscious-
ness in his manner, which he vainly strove to hide, and in the
business of which I quickly inferred, from his frequent smile
and searching gaze upon me, I myself had no little interest.
When I commented upon his gayety and spirit, he would sud-
denly control himself, relapse, as it were by an effort, into his
ancient gravity, and possibly mutter a few clumsy words of
denial. But his struggle to contain himself did not long con-
tinue, and before we reached the end of our journey, he had
fully surrendered himself to the joyous mood which possessed
him on our setting out.
Having no knowledge of Castle T I endeavored by it
series of direct questions to obtain from him as much information