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The habit of confidence prompted Nancy to seek Mary Woodruff, and show her the long-expected letter. But for Barmby's visit she would have done so. As it was, her mind sullenly resisted the natural impulse.
The first gentleman who did me the honour to inform me of his passion, was a hunchback. Nesta cried 'Oh! in a veritable pang of sympathy, and clapped hands to her ears, to shut out Mr. Barmby's boom of the terrific word attacking Louise from that deformed one. Her disillusionment became of the sort which hears derision.
'Soldiers and parsons! Victor interjected. Now she saw. She understood the portent of Mr. Barmby's hovering offer of the choice of songs, and the recent tremulousness of the welling Bethesda.
They breathed the morning air, they gave out long-drawn sighs of relief, looking on the trees of the park. A man came along the pavement, working slow legs hurriedly. Simeon ran down to him. 'Humour, as much as you can, Colney said to Mr. Barmby. 'Let him imagine. 'Miss Radnor? 'Not to speak of her. 'The daughter he so loves? Mr. Barmby's tender inquisitiveness was unanswered.
Hard on poor Fredi! was Victor's thought behind the smile he bent on this bald Cupid. She deserved a more poetical lover! His paternal sympathies for the girl besought in love, revived his past feelings as a wooer; nothing but a dread of the influence of Mr. Barmby's toned eloquence upon the girl, after her listening to Dudley Sowerby's addresses, checked his contempt for the latter.
We all can do that, I hope, for a scratch! Mr. Barmby's Profession dissented. Mr. Catkin appeared; ten minutes after his Peridon. He had met Victor near the Exchange, and had left him humming the non fu sogno of ERNANI. 'Ah, when Victor takes to Verdi, it's a flat City, and wants a burst of drum and brass, Colney said; and he hummed a few bars of the march in Attila, and shrugged.
Before the day had sunk, Mr. Barmby's lowest wish was, to be a light, as the instrument of his Church in her ministrations amid the haunts of sin and slime, to such plain souls as Daniel Skepsey and Matilda Pridden. And he could still be that, if Nesta, in the chapters of the future, changed her mind. She might; for her good she would; he reserved the hope.
Victor called to recollection Fenellan's 'Rev. Glendoveer' while Mr. Barmby pursued his discourse, uninterrupted by tripping wags. And those who have schemes, as well as those who are startled by the criticism in laughter to discover that they have cause for shunning it, rejoice when wits are absent. Mr. Sowerby and Nesta interchanged a comment on Mr. Barmby's remarks: The Fate of Princes!
Burman! Victor said, and loudly praised her coolness. She was never below a situation, he affirmed. He followed his own counsel to humour his Nataly. She began panting at a word about Mr. Barmby's ready services.
Subject to their consent, she wrote, she had given hers. The letter was telegramic on the essential point. She wrote of Mr. Barmby's having visited Mr. Posterley at the Wells, and she put it just as flatly. Her principal concern, to judge by her writing, was, to know what Mr.
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