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Chapter 3 VISITS OF FAREWELL

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ess on her behalf, he patiently shrugged at and pardoned, foreseeing her penitent air. He could do it lightly after going some way to pardon his offending country. For Aminta had not off

rm. He could pronounce her small by-play with Morsfield innocent, her efforts to climb the stairs into Society quite innocent; judging her, of co

liked and could not charge justly upon any other shoulders than his own. What was to be thought of it? He would not be undergoing this botheration of the prolonged attempt to bring a stubborn woman to a sense of her duty, if he had declared his marriage in the ordinary style, and given his young countess her legitimate place before the world. What impeded it? The shameful ingratitude of his countrymen to the soldier who did it eminent service at a crisis of

ainst at cast of dart or lock of arms. No day scored an advantage; and she did not apparently suffer fatigue. He did: that is to say, he was worried and hurried to have the wrangle settled and Charlotte at Aminta's feet. He gained not an inch of ground. His principle in a contention of the sort was to leave the woman to the practice of her obvious artifices, and himself simply hammer, incessantly hammer. But Charlotte hammered as well. The modest position of the defensive

of as, for example, to point out to him his aptitudes, compliment him on his aptitudes, recommend him t

t employ her female weapon of artifice with her. One would gladly avoid the stooping to it in a ci

y morning. My lord nodded to the footman; he nodded to himself

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in the morn

in May intends to re

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gainst him must

bit of a pup

wo or three tim

've seen the kind of man twice in my life and exactly the kind

d of man can be a common annoyance becaus

iety that can't get a scouring n

himself, Weyburn said: 'I have acted on my view. I d

ight. Fight such fellows with const

way to her

treet of her residence, my physician lives.

an,' said my lord. 'You will tell Dr. Rewkes that it is immediate. I rather regret your going. I shall be in a controvers

s,' he named them quaintly, speaking of their management of their beasts. Thence he diverged to Frederic's cavalry, rarely mat

ir first interview: he was known to have an objection to the English shaking of hands. 'Good-morning,' he said; adding a remark or two, of which et cetera may stand for an explicit rendering. It concerned the young man's prosperity: my lord's conservative plain sense

rmont was one requiring the immediate attendance of a physician. By way of accounting to

still keeps a sane man. A fortune on it!-and so says Mr. Eglett. Any reasonable person must think it. He made a fool of some Hampton-Evey at Madrid, if he went through any ceremony-and that I doubt. But she and old (what do they call her?) may have insisted upon the title, as much as they could. He sixty; she under twenty, I'm told. Pagnell 's the name. That aunt of a good-looking young woman sees a noble man of sixty admiring her five feet seven or so-she's tall-of marketable merchandise, and she doesn't need telling that at sixty he'll give the world to possess the girl. But not his family honour! He stops at that. Why? Lord Ormont 's made of pride! He'll be kind to her, he'll be generous, he won't fo

nother; and Mrs. May was rolled along in the tide, with a hint of her good reason for liking Lord Ormont; also the change of opinion shown by the Press as to Lord Ormont's grand exploit. Refer

remember; and there'll be a "general rabble tongue," unless we English are drilled in the languages we filched from. Lots of lords and ladies want the drilling, then! I'll send some over to you for Swiss air and roots of the Eng

peated the

in London or at Olmer-only mind and give me warning. I shall be glad to see you. I 've got some ideas from you. If I meet a man who helps me to read the world and men as they are, I 'm grateful to him; and most people are not, you 'll find. They wa

ake my leave of Lady Ormont

s hand

very ha

ul, do y

t would only be

o succeed. I 'm not the woman's enemy. But let her keep her plac

not stri

eld out of the way. You do mean you think her a beauty. Well, then, there'll soon be a successor to Morsfield. Beauties w

return for kindness. He bowed and rose

you a pupil some day,

re settled.' Her face gave a glimpse o

y brother and sister in appearance. The smallest difference in charact

s. He speculated, as he trod the street, on little plots and surprises, which would bring Lady Charlotte and Lady Ormont into presence, an

vert to the stuff she has been droning in my ear half an hour ago!-Look well behind, and we see spots where we

rehouse of gain, fortifying with assurances of his having a concrete basis for his business in l

ful Countess of Ormont Mr. Abner had no doubt. He said of Lady Charlotte: 'She has a clear

the nationalities, my dear boy! teach Christians to look fraternally on Jews! David was a harper, but the setting of him down to roll off a fugue on one of your cathedral organs would

in En

gland,' Abn

n their interests and their vanity. That will pass. I 'm for the two sides, under the name of Justice; and

ng after Mat

in Switzerland. You and

on the tongue, Aminta at heart; never to be named Aminta

nclosed her, not excluding him. And the dear name of Browny played gently, humorously, fervently, too, with life: not, pathetically, as that of Aminta did when came a whisper of her situati

ure of a man with dimly remembered features. Little Collett he still wa

ompany her brother on the coach to Harwich next day, and spend two or three days by the

e? And he knew that hand -how deftly it moved and moved others. Selina Collett would not have invited him with underlinings merely to see a shoreside house and garden. Her silence regard

ankful. They exchanged names, delighted to find they were both Matthews; whereupon Matthew of the sea demanded the paw of Matthew of the land, and there was a squeeze. The same with little Collett, after hearing of him as the old schoolmate of the established new friend. Then there was talk. Little Collett named Felixstowe as the village of his mother's house and garden sloping to the sands. 'That 's it-you have it,

rwich was thereby delayed until half-past nine at night. Full of consideration for the new mates now fast wedded to his heart by an accident. Matthew Shale proposed to Matthew Weyburn, instead of the bother of crossing the ferry with a portmanteau and a bag at that late hour, to sup at his house, try the neighbouring inn for a short sleep, and ship on board his yawl, the honest Susan, to be rowed asho

when the unwonted supper in them withheld an answer to the intimating knock. Young Matthew Shale, who had slept on board the Susan, conducted them to her boat. His glance was much drawn to the very white duck trousers Weyburn had put on, for a souvenir

e time they had been on board a quarter of an hour. Weyburn got some fun out of them, for a counterbalance to a twitch of senti

flowing current-curtsey in the motion of her speed. Fore-sail and aft were at their gentle strain; her shadow rippled fragmentarily along to the silver rivulet and boat of her wake. Straigh

bathing, exactly in old Matey's well- remembered way. Half a mile off shore, the Susan was put about to flap her sails, and her boat rocked with the passengers. Turning from a final cheer to friendly Matthew, Weyburn at the rudder espied one of those unenfranchised ladies in marine uniform issuing through the tent-slit. She stepped firmly, as into her element. A plain look at her, and a curious look, and an intent look fixed her fast, and ran the shock on his heart before he knew of a guess. She waded, she dipped; a head across the breast of the waters was observed: this one of them could swim. She was making for sea, a stone's throw off the direction of the boat

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