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His lordship had business in London, while Sir Denzil Warner, who came to Fareham House daily, was also detained in the city by some special attraction, which made hawk and hound, and even his worthy mother's company, indifferent to him. Lady Fareham had an air of caring for neither town nor country, but on the whole preferred town.
I told him that as I never dined at a tavern the subject was altogether beyond the scope of my intelligence, at which Sandwich and Fareham laughed, and my pertinacious gentleman blushed as red as the heels of his shoes. I am told the creature has a pretty taste in music, and is the son of a tailor, but professes a genteel ancestry, and occasionally pushes into the best company.
Something it might be the room in which they were standing brought back to Angela's betrothed the memory of that Christmas night when aunt and niece had been missing, and when he, Denzil, had burst into this room, where Fareham was seated at chess; who, at the first mention of Angela's name, started up, white with horror, to join in the search.
"'The good man has a pretty trivial taste that will keep him amused and happy till he drops into the grave but, lord! what insipid trash it all seems to the heart on fire with passion! Fareham said in his impetuous way, as if he despised Mr. Evelyn for taking pleasure in bagatelles.
"I knew my risk before I took them, madam. When an Englishman plays against a Frenchman he is a fool if he is not prepared to be rooked." "Fareham, are you mad?" cried De Malfort, starting to his feet. "To insult your friend's country, and, by basest implication, your friend." "I see no friend here. I say that you Frenchmen cheat at cards on principle and are proud of being cheats!
It befell that the good-natured Lady Fareham had a ball in these days; and meeting Clive in the Park, her lord invited him to the entertainment. Mr. Pendennis had also the honour of a card. Accordingly Clive took me up at Bays's, and we proceeded to the ball together. The lady of the house, smiling upon all her guests, welcomed with particular kindness her young friend from Rome.
Fareham seated himself in the chair the lady had vacated, and gathered up the cards she had abandoned. He took a handful of gold from his pocket, and put it on the table at his elbow, all with a somewhat churlish silence, that escaped notice where everybody was loquacious.
Not when the great horse reared as high as a house and her ladyship screamed. I only laughed then but to-night I have been afraid." Fareham put her aside without looking at her. "Angela! Great God! She is dead!" No, she was not dead, only in a half swoon, leaning against the angle of the wall, ghastly white in the flare of the candles. She was not quite unconscious.
But, ah, dearest angel, you know not the peril in which you walk. Your innocent mind cannot conceive the audacious height to which unholy love may climb in a man's fiery nature. You cannot fathom the black depths of such a character as Fareham a man as capable of greatness in evil as of distinction in good. Forget not whose fierce blood runs in those veins.
When the song was over, Fareham came to the bench where Papillon and I were sitting, and asked me what I thought of this fine Admiralty gentleman, whereupon I confessed I liked the song better than the singer, who at that moment was strutting on the deck like a peacock, looking at every vessel we passed as if he were Neptune, and could sink navies with a nod. "Misericorde! how my letter grows!
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