Uncle Bernac - A Memory of the Empire by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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'I am ready to start at this instant.'
'Nay, there can be no such very great hurry,' said my uncle. 'Surely you will wait for luncheon, Lieutenant Gerard.' 'The Emperor's commissions, sir, are not carried out in such a manner,' said the young hussar sternly. 'I have already wasted too much time. We must be upon our way in five minutes.' My uncle placed his hand upon my arm and led me slowly towards the gateway, through which my cousin Sibylle had already passed. 'There is one matter that I wish to speak to you about before you go. Since my time is so short you will forgive me if I introduce it without preamble. You have seen your cousin Sibylle, and though her behaviour this morning is such as to prejudice you against her, yet I can assure you that she is a very amiable girl. She spoke just now as if she had mentioned the plan which I had conceived to you. I confess to you that I cannot imagine anything more convenient than that we should unite in order to settle once for all every question as to which branch of the family shall hold the estates.' 'Unfortunately,' said I, 'there are objections.' 'And pray what are they?' 'The fact that my cousin's hand, as I have just learned, is promised to another.' 'That need not hinder us,' said he, with a sour smile; 'I will undertake |
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