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This new-old play, The Parson's Widow, was said to be all froth and sparkle and current interest, fresh as the last London Gazette, and spiced with allusions to the late sickness, an admirable subject, and allowing a wide field for the ridiculous. Hyacinth was to be present at this Court function; but not a word was to be said to Angela about the entertainment.
Will you be very angry if I leave you? and laughing in what she supposed to be an entirely charming manner, she glided, as though on castors, in her fringed, embroidered, brocaded dress from the room. 'Isn't she magnificent? said Cecil. 'You know she has a reputation for being remarkable for sound sense, said Hyacinth. 'Well, she's shown it at last! She laughed.
"Hyacinth is incapable of deceit!" cried Sir Maurice splendidly. The Terror did his best to look incapable of deceit; and it was a very good best. In some confusion Lady Ryehampton began to stammer: "Well, of c-c-c-course, if there's a c-c-cats' home but Sir Maurice's senseless interference " "Senseless interference!
Hyacinth saw it, and relieved his mind at once. 'I shall write to Dr. Henry to-night and thank him. I shall ask him to try and get me a curacy as soon as possible. 'Thank you, said the Canon. 'I think, added Hyacinth, 'that I should prefer getting work in England. 'Oh, why, said Mrs. Beecher. 'Wouldn't it be better to stay in Ireland! and then we might have Marion somewhere within reach.
Conneally? she asked. Hyacinth was puzzled at this extreme eagerness to be off. A suspicion crossed his mind that the Captain meditated some kind of treachery. He made what appeared to him to be a brilliant suggestion. 'Let me go with Captain Quinn. I can start to-morrow if necessary. I should like to see something of Paris; and you know, Miss Goold, I've plenty of money.
When off Fish Bay, on the West Coast of Africa, Mr Tottenham was sent in a four-oared gig, with one spare hand, to communicate with the Portuguese governor. The weather became thick, and he missed his port; but knowing that the Hyacinth was working along the coast, he anchored for the night, and pulled to the southward.
The car reached a gap in the loose stone wall, a familiar gap, for across it lay a short cut up a steeper part of the hill, which the road went round. Hyacinth jumped down and ran up the path. In another minute the greeting of father and son was accomplished, and the two were walking hand-in-hand towards the house.
Oh, I forgot, he won't come in when he sees the carriage. Anne relaxed her clasp and went to order coffee. Lady Cannon was looking angrily in the glass when Hyacinth came in. 'Oh, here you are, my dear. I'm glad I didn't miss you. I wanted to speak to you about something. 'Yes, Auntie. Lady Cannon coughed, and said rather portentously, 'You must not be offended with me, dear.
If you will come to-morrow as early as you like and lunch with us, I'll own I was cross, and acknowledge myself a penitent. Yours ever, HYACINTH C. K. GIBSON. There was no resisting this, even if there had not been strong inclination to back up the pretty words. Roger went, and Mrs. Gibson caressed and petted him in her sweetest, silkiest manner.
By the brilliancy of his conversation, and the gaiety of his manners, Sir Hyacinth sometimes succeeded in persuading others that he was in the right; but, alas! there was one person whom he could never deceive, and that was himself. He despised himself, and nothing could make him amends for the self-complacency that he had lost. Without self-approbation, all the luxuries of life are tasteless.
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