Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CHAPTER EIGHT
PLAYING THE TROUT.
I T WAS RATHER LATE in the day, nearly noon in fact, when Mrs. Fairleigh, junior, took her slight breakfast of coffee and toast, in her chamber.
Mr. Bulkley had descended a full hour before to the breakfast room,
where his meal was one of greater variety, including milk, meat and eggs.
He ate with complacency, not hurrying himself, yet somewhat impatient
to see the lady. His breakfast over, and his pipe smoked, he sent a mes-
sage to her chamber, with a request that he might be permitted to see her.
To this the answer was returned that she would find her way to the par-
lor in the course of an hour.
Meanwhile, she had written a note and despatched it by her own ser-
vant girl, Bridget. We are permitted to see the address only:
"Richard Henderson, Esq., Attorney-at-Law, Asheville, N. C."
Mr. Henderson was an old, rather than a recent acquaintance. He had
been one of that aristocratic circle which, in the better days of "Fairleigh
Lodge," had been always among the welcome to that aristocratic precinct.
And he had been among those to welcome the young English bride and
her lord, when the latter was yet a gay and graceful youth, having as yet
shown no signs of that gross demoralization which he so rapidly under-
went. His career had been such as, finally, to wean Henderson, and men
of his class, from the continued association; and, for some years, the lat-
ter had not darkened the entrance of "Fairleigh Lodge."
Mrs. Fairleigh had shrewdly conjectured the secret of the falling off.