[Redgauntlet by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookRedgauntlet INTRODUCTION 54/188
He was too young, and evinced too little resignation to his fate, to resemble Belisarius.
Coriolanus, standing by the hearth of Tullus Aufidius, came nearer the mark; yet the gloomy and haughty look of the stranger had, perhaps, still more of Marius, seated among the ruins of Carthage. While I was lost in these imaginations, my host stood by the fire, gazing on me with the same attention which I paid to him, until, embarrassed by his look, I was about to break silence at all hazards. But the supper, now placed upon the table, reminded me, by its appearance, of those wants which I had almost forgotten while I was gazing on the fine form of my conductor.
He spoke at length, and I almost started at the deep rich tone of his voice, though what he said was but to invite me to sit down to the table.
He himself assumed the seat of honour, beside which the silver flagon was placed, and beckoned to me to sit down beside him. Thou knowest thy father's strict and excellent domestic discipline has trained me to bear the invocation of a blessing before we break the daily bread, for which we are taught to pray--I paused a moment, and, without designing to do so, I suppose my manner made him sensible of what I expected.
The two domestics or inferiors, as I should have before observed, were already seated at the bottom of the table, when my host shot a glance of a very peculiar expression towards the old man, observing, with something approaching to a sneer, 'Cristal Nixon, say grace--the gentleman expects one.' 'The foul fiend shall be clerk, and say amen, when I turn chaplain,' growled out the party addressed, in tones which might have become the condition of a dying bear; 'if the gentleman is a whig, he may please himself with his own mummery.
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