Tonnewonte, Or, the Adopted Son of America; A Tale, Containing Scenes From Real Life

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1831. Excerpt: ... so dull, so gloomy without female society. Jeannette alone renders it tolerable.' I have hitherto lived here in a very retired manner; but my father has so little relish for society, unless it be a few of his old intimate associates. Our neighbours will think we neglect them. I must return their visits, though indeed it ought rather to be de Luneville, who should gaintheir good will; but he is absent." With similar thoughts passing through his mind, he regained home. He found the Marquis in a very pensive mood, and dinner passed over very silently. "My father," said Theodore, " I am thinking of returning the visits of our several neighbours. You will perhaps accompany me!" "I care not for society, my son. I am old and infirm. You can go without me." "But your old friend Mons. de Beaumont." "Yes, Theodore, I must return his visit. You may leave me there to-morrow, and call on your return." The following day, Mons. de Beaucaire, accompanied by his son, and followed by several attendants, set out on horseback. They turned up what had formerly been the avenue to the chateau de Beaumont; but it was now in a sadly dilapidated state. The trees on each side had disappeared; but their stumps remained. "What devastation is here?" said the Marquis de Beaucaire. "My poor friend de Beaumont." This ruinous avenue conducted them to what had been the great hall; but all was in ruins, and the whole place seemed abandoned. They were at a loss how to proceed, when the Count himself appeared. "Ah my friend," he cried, "you have come to see me, and you find our chateau and the estate in the same debilitated condition, as their owner; but follow me, gentlemen, and we may yet find an inhabited spot." The Marquis and Theodore dismounted, when Monsieur de Beaumont led them round ...