It was large and simple, but so
majestic in appearance, that nothing could surpass the harmony that
subsisted between its proportions and the magnificent old trees which
studded the glorious lawn that surrounded, it, and rose in thick
extensive masses that stretched far away behind the house. It stood in a
park, which for the beauties of wood and. water was indeed worthy of its
fine simplicity and grandeur--a park in which it was difficult to say
whether the beautiful, the picturesque, or the wild, predominated most.
And yet in this princely residence Mr. Chevydale did not reside more
than a month, or at most two, during the whole year.
On reaching the hall-door, M'Mahon inquired from the servant who
appeared, if he could see Mr. Chevydale.
"I'm afraid not," said the servant, "but I will see; what's your name?"
"Bryan M'Mahon, of Ahadarra, one of his tenants."
The servant returned to him in a few moments, and said, "Yes, he will
see you; follow me."
Bryan entered a library, where he found his landlord and Fethertonge
apparently engaged in business, and as he was in the act of doing so, he
overheard Chevydale saying--"No, no, I shall always see my tenants."
Bryan made his obeisance in his own plain way, and Chevydale said--"Are
you M'Mahon of Ahadarra?"
"I am, sir," replied Bryan.
"I thought you were a much older man," said Chevydale, "there certainly
must be, some mistake here," he added, looking at Fethertonge.
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