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"Pynsent seems to think him pretty sure of the offer." "Just so; and if anyone can help him to it, Pynsent is the man. That marriage was the best thing Campion ever did for himself, in more ways than one. He wants holding in and keeping straight; and his wife has him well in hand, as everybody can see." "They seem a very happy couple."
Campion would occasionally end her lamentations over the past by admitting that Maple Cottage was "not a workhouse, my dear, where I might have expected to finish my life." The widow had a fixed idea about the troubles which had fallen upon her.
Nevertheless she keenly enjoyed her reputation as a woman of letters; and having found on inquiry that Sydney Campion was the brother of the lady whose novel had gained such a brilliant success in the spring, she asked her husband to bring him to her. "Oh, why does Miss Campion live out of England?" Mrs.
"Now, now," said one of them, "it becomes not to deal so triflingly with matters of weight." Campion dropped his eyes, demurely, as if reproved. "Why, then," he said, "if this example like you not, take another. I must believe that Saint Paul had a cloak, because he willeth Timothy to bring it with him."
It was a great comfort in listening to Sir John Pynsent, that one could always tell where he wanted to bring in his capital letters. And there was no doubt at all about the uncial emphasis with which he spoke of the Confederation of Society against the Destructive Elements. At this moment Sydney Campion came in and the conclave was broken up.
"I shall miss you terribly," cried Travers, a few moments afterwards, and with a hearty emphasis. "I declare that you have quite unsettled me. Your quaint sayings will be ringing in my ears long after you are gone." There was a rustle as of a woman's dress in sudden change of movement behind the tea-urn. "Cissy," said Mrs. Campion, "are we ever to have our tea?"
The only line to take in these days is that of cheek, pluck, and devil-may-care." "Do you know, Campion, you have grown very cynical of late?" said Brooke Dalton, rather more gravely than usual. "I have been rather disposed to take some blame to myself for my share in the heartless kind of talk that used to go on at the Oligarchy. I and Pynsent were your sponsors there, I remember.
Campion, and the artful and half-suppressed gallantry of his manner to the heiress.
Larmer clearly saw that the business was sufficiently important to justify the intervention of the most eminent counsel. As he was running over the list and balancing the virtues of different men for an occasion of this sort, his eye fell on the name of Sydney Campion. He started, and sank back in his chair to meditate. The idea of having Mr.
There was a bad one last February, and the old place is beginning to crack in all directions. It's been condemned as unsafe, and Campion is going to clear out bag and baggage. He hasn't lived there, you know, since last summer. They've taken to travelling. Wouldn't you like to come and see it once more before it is dismantled?" Olga was standing very still.
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