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"There is some porcelain sells for its weight in gold," said my Aunt Kezia. "Thank you for the compliment, Aunt Kezia." "Nay, lass, I'm a poor hand at compliments; but I know gold when I see it and brass, too. You'll be home in good time for Sophy's wedding." "Aunt Kezia, who does Sophy marry?" "Mr Liversedge, the Rector." "Is not he rather rough?" "Rough? Not a bit of it.
In her way, said Toby Liversedge, she was as eloquent as Quarrier himself, and sundry other people were of the same opinion. With sullen acquiescence the supporters of Mr. Mumbray and "Progressive Conservatism" what phrase is not good enough for the lips of party? recognized that they must needs vote for the old name. Dissension at such a moment was more dangerous than an imbecile candidate. Mr.
The lecture was at eight. About seven, Mr. Liversedge and his relative walked off to the Institute, and entered the committee-room. Two or three gentlemen had already arrived; they were no strangers to Denzil, and a lively conversation at once sprang up. In a few minutes the door again opened to admit Mr. William Glazzard. The chairman of the evening came forward with lounging steps.
He had never met her in the social way, though she had been a resident at Polterham for some six years. Through Mrs. Liversedge, her repute had long ago reached him; she was universally considered eccentric, and, by many people, hardly proper for an acquaintance.
"It will take a long time." "What?" "Liversedge is rowing round, with drags. Go in and wait. You may be wrong." "I didn't say I thought it! It was only a fear a dreadful possibility." Again she burst into tears. "Go in and rest, Mrs. Wade," he said, more gently. "You shall know if anything" And, with a look of unutterable misery, he turned away.
"How contradictory you are in speaking about him!" said his sister. "One time you seem to admire and like him extremely, and another" "Why, so I do. A capital fellow! He's weak, that's all. I don't mean weak in the worst way, you know; a more honourable and trustworthy man doesn't live. But well, he's rather womanish, I suppose." Mrs. Liversedge laughed. "Many thanks!
Regardless of the others present, he fixed his eye upon Quarrier, and examined him from head to foot. In this case, also, introduction was unnecessary. "You have lost no time," he remarked, holding out his hand, and glancing from the young man to Mr. Liversedge. "Your brother has given you a hint?" said the latter. "Oh yes! How am I to phrase my introductory remarks?"
Mr Liversedge heard them out quietly, and then said, `Do you mean what you have just said? Yes, to be sure they meant it. `Then consider yourselves dismissed from the gallery without more words, says he. `You are not worthy to sing the praises of Him before whom multitudes of angels veil their faces.
"I fancy you are a dear, good Sophy," said I, kissing her; "and I suppose, if Mr Liversedge asked you to shake hands with a chimney-sweep just come down the chimney, you would be delighted to do it." "Well, perhaps I might," said Sophy, laughing. "But that, Cary, I should have done, not for him, but for our Master."
"The waverers can hardly doubt between Tobias Liversedge and Hugh Welwyn-Baker." "Bear in mind," rang Mr. Chown's brassy voice, "that it's by no means certain Liversedge is to be our candidate. I am in a position to assure you that many of our most reliable men are not at all satisfied with that choice not at all satisfied.
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