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"Oh!" said Sir Beverley, and looked him up and down in a fashion which another man might have found offensive. "And who may you be?" "My name is Crowther," said the other with simplicity. Sir Beverley grunted. "That doesn't tell me much. Never heard of you before." "I daresay not." Crowther was quite unmoved; there was even a hint of humour in his tone.
Heavily he tramped across to the old carved settle before the fire, and dropped down upon it, his whole bearing expressive of utter weariness. David came in with stealthy footfall and softly replenished the fire. "Shall I bring the coffee, Sir Beverley?" he asked him. "No," said Sir Beverley. "I'll ring." And David effaced himself without sound.
Beverley?" sighed the Duchess, looking up from her embroidery, which, like herself, was very elaborate, very dainty, and very small. "You find me here, sitting by the wayside, and a very desolate figure I must look, I'm sure, you find me here because I have been driven away by the tantrums of an undutiful god-daughter, and the barbarity of a bloodthirsty buccaneer. I mean the Captain, of course.
Mrs Harrel, starting up in rapture, called out "Oh Mr Harrel, will you indeed leave me in England?" "Yes," answered he reproachfully, "if you will make a better friend than you have made a wife, and if Miss Beverley is content to take charge of you." "What can all this mean?" exclaimed Cecilia, "is it possible you can be serious?
However, all went well with me till the last act, when my father's acting and my own previous state of nervousness combined to make my part of the tragedy anything but feigning; I sobbed so violently that I could hardly articulate my words, and at the last fell upon the dead body of Beverley with a hysterical cry that had all the merit of pure nature, if none other, to recommend it.
Then, dropping his gaze to the money on the table, he swept it into his pocket, almost furtively, and took up his hat and cane, and, it is worthy of note, that he did it all without a flourish. "Mr. Beverley," said he, "in the name of my friend Barrymaine, I thank you, and I I thank you!" So he turned and went out of the room, and, as he went, he even forgot to swagger.
Ye've not forgot me, Fitz!" "Mebby he don't like ye as well as ye thought he did," drawled Oncle Jazon. "I HEV known o' fellers a bein' mistaken jes' thet way." Beverley got his wits together as best he could, taking in the situation by such degrees as seemed at the time unduly slow, but which were really mere momentary falterings. "Why, Kenton!
A man who accommodated his conduct to his inclinations in this way might perhaps be much beloved by his friends, but he certainly had no claim to be considered either good or great. The faction, from Dr. Strachan downwards, had for years been holding up John Beverley Robinson to the admiration of Upper Canadians. By many he had been accepted at their valuation.
"Deuce take me it's Beverley!" exclaimed the Marquis, and held out his hand. "What you know each other?" the Duchess inquired. "Mr. Beverley is riding in the steeplechase on the fifteenth," the Marquis answered.
I suppose you realise that I am fully qualified?" The doctor unbent a little. "I am perfectly well aware of that. Miss Beverley," he said, "and it may be that there are times when I shall be glad of your help, and in any case," he went on, "I shall have to ask you to take a share in the night watching.
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