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I tried to find Mr. Boyce, but he had left the regiment. He had gone to Holland, they said, after the Duke of Monmouth. I could do nothing. And my brother had told me that Mr. Boyce would soon find a way to be rid of my baby. I I believed that he had. I never saw Harry again till you know. I never saw his father till that day at Lady Waverton's.
You are a beautiful mystery. Pleasant dreams." The hapless Benjamin howled after him long and loud. Thereby Harry, who had a musical ear, was spurred to his best pace. "It's a vile voice," he reflected; "like Lady Waverton's. The marmoreal Alison was right. He would be better hanged. But so also would Lady Waverton. She will acridly want to know why I am late. Well!
I'll not fail to be with you again soon. I hope to have news for you. Miss Burford, your most obedient." Susan bent her head. "Alison " he held out his hand and smiled at her protective affection. "Geoffrey," said Alison, and looked in his eyes. She did not take the hand. She was very pale. Mr. Waverton's smile was withered. He took himself out with a jauntiness that sat upon him awkwardly.
"What, what, that fellow of Waverton's? Od burn it, miss, he's a starveling usher." "Oh, sir, don't be hasty. I dare say he'll be fat when he's old." "Don't be pert, miss. D'ye know all the county's talking of you and this fellow?" Alison paled a little. She spoke in a still small voice. "I did not know how much I was in Mr. Hadley's debt. I advise you, Sir John, don't be one of those who talk."
"I advise you, do not make me think of you again," and he struck his bell. But when Mr. Waverton was gone: "I fear he has not the spirit of a louse," my lord remarked to himself with a shrug. Thus Mr. Waverton's virtue was left to seek its own reward. When Harry came back to his tavern, he was, you'll believe, not anxious to be seen.
Miss Lambourne may have suddenly grown weary of Lady Waverton's eloquence upon the daintiest bits of these unexciting foods. She may have been waiting for the moment when Harry would have no occupation to prevent him listening to her.
Half a dozen schools between Taunton and London, and Westminster at last." "Were you happy?" "When I had sixpence." "But Colonel Boyce is rich!" she cried. "I have no evidence of it, ma'am." "I cannot understand. You hardly know him. But he comes to you at Lady Waverton's; he stays with you; he brings you here. I believe you are closer with him than you say."
He could have borne defeat with some grace, he might even have sought no revenge for being made ridiculous, if the offender had been of a higher station than his own. But such insolence from a pauper! The fellow must needs be crushed like an insect. Only such ignominious extinction could satisfy Mr. Waverton's dignity.
Waverton exhibiting a high impatience. He was alone in the best room of the "Peacock" at Islington, a well-looking place after its severe old oak fashion. Disordered food upon the table showed that Mr. Waverton had been trying to eat with little success. Mr. Waverton's hat upon one chair, his whip upon another, and his cloak tumbled inelegantly over a third proved that he was not himself.
Harry filled himself a glass of port and drank it and laughed. She looked round at him. "Faith, Mr. Waverton is mighty good entertainment," he explained. "Is that all you want to say?" Harry would not be awed by that ominous voice. "Oh Lud, how could I dare talk after him? Our poetic orator!" He made flourishes in the air after Mr. Waverton's manner.
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