The Salamanca Corpus: Yeoman Fleetwood (1900 ... - Gredos

The Salamanca Corpus: Yeoman Fleetwood (1900)
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"Drive on, drive on," cried the cracked, impatient tones of my lord.
"I say, Stop!" shouted Simon, thrusting his head into the coach window. "I must speak
— Rachel!"
“Here, out of the way," cried one of the burly footmen, endeavouring to shoulder him
on one side.
Rachel leaned forward, her white face but a few inches away from his. “Good God! is
not this enough for you?"
The next moment Simon found himself tripped op, and before he could realise what had
happened, fell heavily to the ground, as with an insolent laugh the two lackeys leaped to
their perch, and the coach swung past him. They were already out of sight when Simon
rose to his feet to find Lady Susan's servant sniggering at his elbow, and Mr. Brummel
surveying him through his eye-glass.
"What, my worthy friend, it is yon, is it? You are persevering truly. Take my advice and
give up the chase; she's not worth your pursuit. Oh, these women! Dear distracting
creatures! Hark to Lady Susan! Pray, my dear madam, have some respect for our ears
and our morals."
The strident tones of her ladyship s voice and the nature of her vituperations were
indeed such as to call forth this remonstrance.
“I mean what I say," she shrieked. "The little wretch may go to the devil as fast as she
likes now— I've done with her. Do you hear, John? If Miss Charnock returns to-night
you are not to let her in, I say. Not to-night, nor at any other time. Tell all the servants
this. I'll be hanged if she shall ever cross my threshold again."
"I have a horror of such scenes," said Brummel plaintively; speaking, it must be
conjectured, rather to himself than to any one else, for Lady Susan was not in a
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condition to heed him, and it cannot be presumed that after his few words of careless
recognition the beau would again stoop to honour with his notice a person so
insignificant as Simon.