The Quest of Youth

The Quest of Youth

by Jeffery Farnol

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Overview

A stately chamber, high, spacious and luxuriously furnished, from
priceless rugs on polished floor to richly carven ceiling; an elegant
chamber of an exquisite, almost feminine, refinement; yet nothing was
there so stately, so elegant, so altogether exquisite and supremely
refined as the gentleman who sat reading in the deep elbow chair beside
the open lattice; a tall, handsome gentleman whose garments, each a
miracle of sartorial achievement, clung to his shapely figure as if
they loved him, and whose pale, delicately featured face, adorned with
glossy whiskers � la mode, bore the proud stamp of birth and high
breeding and might have been commanding by reason of its clean-cut line
of nose and chin, but for the droop of over-sensitive lips, lack-lustre
eyes and general air of weariness and languor. Indeed, Sir Marmaduke,
Anthony, Ashley, John de la Pole Vane-Temperly looked precisely what he
was, to wit--the last and very finest of a long line of fine gentlemen,
bored to extinction with everything in general and himself in
particular.

A soft rapping at the door, and a discreet, gentleman-like person
entered softly, coughed delicately behind a finger and stood bowing
until the student condescended to become aware of him.

"Yes, Paxton?"

The gentleman's gentleman bowed a little lower and murmured:

"Doctor Robert Wotherspoon, sir. Are you in, sir?"

Sir Marmaduke sighed, closed book on slim finger and inclined his head
languidly, whereat Paxton bowed himself out and presently returned to
announce:

"Doctor Wotherspoon!"

Hardly was the name uttered than in upon the chaste seclusion of that
stately apartment strode a shortish, thick-set man with a stamp of
heavy boots, a jingle of rusty spurs and swirl of spattered coat tails,
a heavy-breathing man who tossed whip and weather-beaten hat at a chair
(which they missed) and stumping up to Sir Marmaduke, halted to stare
down at him, legs wide apart and square chin in hairy fist.

"Tongue!" he snorted.

"My dear Bob!" exclaimed Sir Marmaduke, recoiling.

"Show it!" vociferated the doctor.

"My good Robert!"

"Pulse!" and Sir Marmaduke's arm was seized and masterful fingers
forced themselves beneath delicate, frilled wristband, all in a moment.
"Now, p'tout y'r tongue!" barked Dr. Wotherspoon.

"Gad so, Bob--you mistake, I--"

"Not a bit, Tony--y'r bilious! 'S liver! Eating too much! Doing too
little!"

Product Details

BN ID: 2940013694040
Publisher: WDS Publishing
Publication date: 01/20/2012
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
File size: 238 KB

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