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Crosbie, when he got back to his own apartment, found Mortimer Gazebee waiting there for him. "My dear fellow," said Gazebee, "this is a very nasty affair." "Uncommonly nasty," said Crosbie; "so nasty that I don't mean to talk about it to anybody." "Lady Amelia is quite unhappy." He always called her Lady Amelia, even when speaking of her to his own brothers and sisters.
How could it be that she should not despise a man, despise him if she did not hate him, who had behaved as this man had behaved to her? It was now four years since this Crosbie had been engaged to Miss Dale, and had jilted her so heartlessly as to incur the disgust of every man in London who had heard the story.
When Mr Crosbie had first come among them at Allington, as Bernard's guest, during those few days of his early visit, it had seemed as though Bell had been chiefly noticed by him. And Bell in her own quiet way had accepted his admiration, saying nothing of it and thinking but very little. Lily was heart-free at the time, and had ever been so.
So Crosbie and Lady Alexandrina Crosbie heard Mr Gresham's speech, in which he prophesied for the young couple an amount of happiness and prosperity almost greater than is compatible with the circumstances of humanity. His young friend Crosbie, whose acquaintance he had been delighted to make, was well known as one of the rising pillars of the State.
"It is because I have promised to marry one woman, and because I love another. I have told you everything now; and if you choose to say again that I am fighting under false colours I will leave the castle before you can see me again." "Mr Crosbie!" "Now you know it all, and may imagine whether or no I am very happy. I think you said it was time to dress; suppose we go?"
"Then he shouldn't have told her that he did." "That's all very well, Amelia; but people don't always do exactly all that they ought to do. I suppose Mr Crosbie isn't the first man that has proposed to two ladies. I dare say it was wrong, but I can't help it. As to Mr Dale coming here with a tale of his niece's wrongs, I think it very absurd, very absurd indeed.
Alexander Fairford had received from his correspondent and friend, Provost Crosbie of Dumfries, a letter of the following tenor: 'DEAR SIR, 'Your respected favour of 25th ultimo, per favour of Mr. Darsie Latimer, reached me in safety, and I showed to the young gentleman such attention as he was pleased to accept of. The object of my present writing is twofold.
He dined at his club almost daily, and there were those with whom he habitually formed some little circle. But he was not the Crosbie of former days, the Crosbie known in Belgravia and in St. James's Street. He had taken his little vessel bravely out into the deep waters, and had sailed her well while fortune stuck close to him.
She took my card with the corner of her apron, and did just as well as the man in livery; but what would have happened to her had her little speech been overheard by her mistress? Crosbie hated the house in St. John's Wood, and therefore the coming of the countess was a relief to him.
"How long is it, Mr Crosbie," she said, "since you put the same question to Miss Dale?" "I have told you everything, Alexandrina, as I promised that I would do. If you intend to punish me for doing so " "And I might ask another question. How long will it be before you put the same question to some other girl?"
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