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'I was speaking of you at Beckley, and hope when you're there you won't make me regret my introduction of you. Keep your mind on old Cudford's mutton-bone. 'I perfectly understood you, said Jack. 'I 'm Presumed to be in luck. Ingratitude is not my fault I'm afraid ambition is! 'Console yourself with it or what you can get till we meet here or in London.

Nicholas Frim mustn't see us riding into Beckley, said Evan. 'Oh, my gracious! Ought I to get down, sir? Polly made no move, however. 'Is he jealous? 'Only when I make him, he is. 'That's very naughty of you. 'Yes, I know it is all the Wheedles are. Mother says, we never go right till we 've once got in a pickle. 'You ought to go right from this hour, said Evan.

The letter concludes, with horrid emphasis: 'The Madre in Beckley! Has sent for Evan from a low public-house! I have intercepted the messenger. Evan closeted with Sir Franks. Andrew's horrible old brother with Lady Jocelyn. The whole house, from garret to kitchen, full of whispers! A prayer to Providence closes the communication.

These two were not unlike both in organization and character, and they had not sat together long before they found each other out. Now, to further Evan's love-suit, the Countess had induced Caroline to continue yet awhile in the Purgatory Beckley Court had become to her; but Evan, in speaking of Rose, expressed a determination to leave her, and Caroline caught at it. 'Can you? will you?

Let Caroline cleverly contrive this, as she might, without any compromise, and the stay at Beckley Court would be a great gain. Yes, Caroline was still with the Duke; they were talking earnestly. The Countess breathed a short appeal to Providence that Caroline might not prove a fool. Overnight she had said to Caroline: 'Do not be so English.

Caroline asked why. 'Because, my dear, she is enamoured of his person. These little unhealthy creatures are always attracted by the person. She thinks it to be Evan's qualities. I know better: it is his person. Beckley Court may be lost by a shabby coat! The Countess had recovered from certain spiritual languors into which she had fallen after her retreat.

A school at Bodley! thought Evan, and his probationary years at the Cudford Establishment rose before him; and therewith, for the first time since his residence at Beckley, the figure of John Raikes. 'There's a friend of mine, he said, aloud, 'I think if Lady Jocelyn does wish Miss Bonner to learn Latin thoroughly, he would do very well for the groundwork and would be glad of the employment.

'I was speaking of you at Beckley, and hope when you're there you won't make me regret my introduction of you. Keep your mind on old Cudford's mutton-bone. 'I perfectly understood you, said Jack. 'I 'm Presumed to be in luck. Ingratitude is not my fault I'm afraid ambition is! 'Console yourself with it or what you can get till we meet here or in London.

She covered her face with her hands, and she shuddered! It is a word-snip! that makes you seem to despise yourself. Beckley was now in sight from the edge of the downs, lying in its foliage dark under the grey sky backed by motionless mounds of vapour.

'My animal spirits always get the better of me, he added confidentially. 'Suppose you devote your animal spirits to my service for half an hour. 'Yours, Countess, from the 'os frontis' to the chine! was the exuberant rejoinder. The Countess made a wry mouth. 'Your curricle is in Beckley? 'Behold! said Jack.