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I declared to her and to Amelia that I was not ambitious, for their sakes, and have allowed them both to please themselves." "I hope they have pleased themselves," said Crosbie. "I trust so; but nevertheless, I don't know whether I make myself understood?" "Quite so, Lady de Courcy.

Come, let us go and dress for dinner. I am going to dine with Mrs Thorne, the millionaire, who married a country doctor, and who used to be called Miss Dunstable." "I never dine out anywhere now," said Crosbie. And then they walked out of the Park together. Neither of them, of course, knew that Lily Dale was staying at the house at which Fowler Pratt was going to dine.

But I don't see why I should drop him on that account. I shall go as he has asked me." "So shall I," said Montgomerie Dobbs, who considered that he would be safe in doing whatever Fowler Pratt did, and who remarked to himself that after all Crosbie was marrying the daughter of an earl. Then, after the marriage, came the breakfast, at which the countess presided with much noble magnificence.

Unfortunately for the emissaries, my flag-captain, Crosbie, was on a visit to Captain Cobbett, and on learning their errand he pushed off to the flag-ship with the intelligence. Observing this movement they immediately followed, judging it more prudent to visit me than to run the risk of being compelled so to do.

It was from Mr Crosbie, the man who had brought so much trouble into her house, who had jilted her daughter; the only man in the world whom she had a right to regard as a positive enemy to herself.

"They mostly come with little red streaks across the black before they goes away," said Mrs Phillips, who would seem to have been the wife of a prize-fighter, so well was she acquainted with black eyes. "And that won't be till to-morrow," said Crosbie, affecting to be mirthful in his agony. "Not till the third day; and then they wears themselves out, gradual. I never knew leeches do any good."

"The present times have become so pretty behaved that corporal punishment seems to have gone out of fashion. I shouldn't care so much about that, if any other punishment had taken its place. But it seems to me that a blackguard such as Crosbie can escape now altogether unscathed." "He hasn't escaped yet," said Johnny.

Would Lily Dale have required the use of a carriage, got up to look as though it were private, at the expense of her husband's beefsteaks and clean shirts? That question and others of that nature were asked by Crosbie within his own mind, not unfrequently. But, nevertheless, he tried to love Alexandrina, or rather to persuade himself that he loved her.

"Well, old fellow," said the Honourable John, "how are you?" Crosbie had been intimate with John de Courcy, but never felt for him either friendship or liking. Crosbie did not like such men as John de Courcy; but nevertheless, they called each other old fellow, poked each other's ribs, and were very intimate.

The bystanders, taken by surprise, had allowed the combatants to fall back upon Mr Smith's book-stall, and there Eames laid his foe prostrate among the newspapers, falling himself into the yellow shilling-novel depot by the over fury of his own energy; but as he fell, he contrived to lodge one blow with his fist in Crosbie's right eye, one telling blow; and Crosbie had, to all intents and purposes, been thrashed.