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Mr Bloomfield is so respectable, you know, and such a leading character, it would be quite impossible even to fancy that he could be mixed up with it. 'This young lady has strong common sense, said the Squirradical. 'O, I don't think I'm at all a fool, said Julia, with conviction. 'But what if neither of them come? asked Gideon; 'what shall I do then?
Nor had the barrister ventured to contest this strange illusion; for he feared if he rubbed off any of the romance, that Mr. Bloomfield might weary of the whole affair. And his discretion was rewarded; for the Squirradical, laying a heavy hand upon his nephew's shoulder, had added these notable expressions: "I see what you are after, Gid.
And you know it is so very steadying to young men, everybody admits that; though, of course, I know I have no money, Mr. Bloomfield," she added. "My dear young lady, as this rapscallion told you to-day on the boat, Uncle Ned has plenty," said the Squirradical, "and I can never forget that you have been shamefully defrauded. So as there's nobody looking, you had better give your Uncle Ned a kiss.
Bloomfield is so respectable, you know, and such a leading character, it would be quite impossible even to fancy that he could be mixed up with it." "This young lady has strong common-sense," said the Squirradical. "O, I don't think I'm at all a fool," said Julia, with conviction. "But what if neither of them come?" asked Gideon; "what shall I do then?"
In fact, he would go as far as he could to meet the views of his uncle, the Squirradical. But there was one part of the programme that appeared independent of his will. How to get a brief? there was the question. And there was another and a worse. Suppose he got one, should he prove the better man? Suddenly he found his way barred by a crowd.
With the cessation of the footfalls, another sound smote upon their ears. "O, what's that?" cried Julia. "I can't think," said Gideon. The Squirradical had his stick presented like a sword. "Gid," he began, "Gid, I " "O Mr. Forsyth!" cried the girl. "O don't go forward, you don't know what it might be it might be something perfectly horrid."
"O, it's the cart, certainly; and the extraordinary thing is, it's not the man," added the first. "It must be the man, Gid, it must be," said the portly one. "Well, then, why is he running away?" asked Gideon. "His horse bolted, I suppose," said the Squirradical. "Nonsense! I heard the whip going like a flail," said Gideon. "It simply defies the human reason."
"It is highly undesirable he should see us together; and really, do you know, I am very much obliged to him, for this is about the luckiest thing that could have possibly occurred. It seems to me Uncle Ned, I declare to heaven it seems to me I'm clear of it!" "Clear of what?" asked the Squirradical. "The whole affair!" cried Gideon.
Now the Squirradical, like the vast majority of the more manly, had drawn knowledge at the wells of Cambridge he was wooden spoon in the year 1850; and the flag upon the houseboat streamed on the afternoon air with the colours of that seat of Toryism, that cradle of Puseyism, that home of the inexact and the effete Oxford. Still it was strangely like, thought Gideon.
'Poor boy, he is in dreadful straits. 'What's this, Gid? enquired the uncle. 'Have you been fighting? or is it a bill? These, in the opinion of the Squirradical, were the two misfortunes incident to gentlemen; and indeed both were culled from his own career. Mr Holtum, the Conservative candidate, who lay so long on the bed of sickness, was prepared to swear to Mr Bloomfield.
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