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"No proprietor likes to sell to another proprietor, in the same shire, as largely acred as himself: it spoils the balance of power. Randal now went to Egerton's. The statesman was in his library, settling the accounts of his house-steward, and giving brief orders for the reduction of his establishment to that of an ordinary private gentleman.
A stately step passed under the wintry trees. "My mother," said Harley L'Estrange, looking up, "I present to you my future wife." With a slow step and an abstracted air, Harley L'Estrange bent his way towards Egerton's house, after his eventful interview with Helen.
"I told them flatly," returned Levy, "that, as Mr. Egerton's agent, I would allow no proceedings that might vitiate the election, but that I would undertake the management of these men myself; and I am going into the town in order to do so.
The old Leslie lands a positive stake in the country the restoration of the fallen family; and on the other hand, either long drudgery at the Bar, a scanty allowance on Egerton's bounty, his sister wasting her youth at slovenly, dismal Rood, Oliver debased into a boor! or a mendicant's dependence on the contemptuous pity of Harley L'Estrange, Harley, who had refused his hand to him, Harley, who perhaps would become the husband of Violante!
For Randal Leslie hated Egerton; and hated him the more because, with all his book-knowledge and his conceit in his own talents, he could not despise his patron; because he had not yet succeeded in making his patron the mere tool or stepping-stone; because he thought that Egerton's keen eye saw through his wily heart, even while, as if in profound disdain, the minister helped the protege.
If one could have pierced into Egerton's gloomy heart as he noted the young man's change of tone, it may be a doubt whether one would have seen there pain or pleasure, pain, for merely from the force of habit he had begun to like Randal, or pleasure at the thought that he might have reason to withdraw that liking.
Thus, also, Randal less aspired to Audley Egerton's repute than he coveted Audley Egerton's wealth and pomp, his princely expenditure, and his Castle Rackrent in Grosvenor Square.
She knew Inspector Egerton's style in dealing with Ambrose. She could not face it. She sent down-stairs the time-honored excuse of young ladies and, tearing off her finery, flung herself, like Ambrose, on her bed. She passed a worse night than he, for while the man accused fate, she had to accuse herself.
"What so natural, Baron Levy, his own brother-in-law?" The baron started, and turned very pale. "But how did he know that? I never told him. I meant indeed " "Meant, perhaps, to shame Egerton's pride at the last by publicly declaring his marriage with a shopkeeper's daughter. A very good revenge still left to you; but revenge for what?
From that interview Audley returned home greatly agitated, and at war with himself. Often, in the course of this story, has it been hinted that, under all Egerton's external coldness and measured self-control, lay a nature capable of strong and stubborn passions. Those passions broke forth then.
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