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He had raised Bolton's salary to a liberal figure, and felt that in securing his services he had made a real acquisition. Bolton was absorbed in preparation for a case which had been assigned to him, when a boy came to his desk with a card. Bolton no sooner read the name, "Ernest Ray," than he became eager and excited. "Tell him to come in," he said.
Ernest smiled to himself. It was no use explaining to Susan why he smiled, so he said nothing. "'Oh yes, Susan, said she, 'be sure it is so. Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, Susan, and here she began to cry again.
Otherwise they could have made themselves comfortable with little things." "Why, I should say they were the ones who had nothing but their idea! It would be ridiculous to get burned at the stake for the sensation. Sometimes I think the martyrs had a good deal of vanity to help them along, too." Claude thought Ernest had never been so tiresome.
No words would come, and he could only stand there, his cheeks flushed, aware that Ernest had grown and grown during those three months, that he wore a straw hat with a black-and-red ribbon upon it, that round his long ugly neck was a stiff white collar, and across his waistcoat a thick silver watch-chain. "Hallo!" said Jeremy. "Hallo!" said the new Ernest scornfully. A long pause.
As a rule, the critics I speak, of course, of the higher class, of those in fact who write for the sixpenny papers are far more cultured than the people whose work they are called upon to review. This is, indeed, only what one would expect, for criticism demands infinitely more cultivation than creation does. ERNEST. Really? GILBERT. Certainly. Anybody can write a three-volumed novel.
"I am going to New Haven, and in this car," declared his sister. "I must go to meet Ernest." "If Ernest has as much sense as he showed this morning," returned her affectionate brother, "Ernest will go to his Pullman and stay there. As I told you, the only sure way to get anywhere is by railroad train."
I have said before that grave men, not the least given to exaggeration, told me their profound conviction that, had Ernest Duke of Cumberland succeeded to the throne on the death of William IV., no earthly power could have averted a revolution. The plots of which the Duke was the centre have been described with a due commixture of history and romance in Mr.
Ernest, too, gained great popularity, and many who had before rather envied him now frankly acknowledged his talents and excellent qualities. He himself also behaved very well.
Early in the preceding year, Count de Meurs had, by a fortunate stratagem, captured the town of Neusz for the deposed elector, and Herman Kloet, a young and most determined Geldrian soldier, now commanded in the place. The Elector Ernest had made a visit in disguise to the camp of Parma, and had represented the necessity of recovering the city.
He is in a dreadful state but promises me to take it like a soldier. Wish that you were here, but am told the quarantine is absolutely strict. Will see you Thanksgiving if possible. Love. Mother." Bill turned abruptly and went after Ernest. No one had seen him.
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