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Never mind why you went: I think I see. You're the Patrick of fourteen, who tramped across Connaught for young Dermot to have a sight of you before he died, poor lad. How did Mr. Adister receive you? Patrick described the first interview. Philip mused over it. 'Yes, those are some of his ideas: gentlemen are to excel in the knightly exercises.
He subsided again; then deeply beseeching asked: 'Have you by chance a portrait of the gentleman, Miss Adister? Is there one anywhere? Caroline stood at her piano, turning over the leaves of a music-book, with a pressure on her eyelids.
'We 're held together and a trifle intermixed; I fancy it's we with him and with me when we're talking of army or navy, said Patrick. 'But Captain Con's a bit of a politician: a poor business, when there's nothing to be done. 'A very poor business! Mr. Adister rejoined,
Adister, tossing his head higher, and so he stimulated his amazement and abhorrence of the portrait he rather wondered at them for not desiring to have sketched for their execration of it, alluringly foul as it was: while they in concert drew him back to the discussion of his daughter's business, reiterating prudent counsel, with a knowledge that they had only to wait for the ebbing of his temper.
I've an idea it ought to be given to Philip. He craned his head round to woo some shadow of assent to the daring suggestion. 'Just to break the shock 'twill be to my brother, Miss Adister. If I could hand him this, and say, "Keep it, for you'll get nothing more of her; and that's worth a kingdom." Caroline faltered: 'Your brother does not know? 'Pity him. His blow 's to come.
'You have a message for me? she asked; and Patrick replied: 'The captain is giving a free translation. I was down there, and I took the liberty of calling on Mr. Adister, and I had a very kind reception. We hunted, we had a good day with the hounds. I think I remember hearing that you go there at Christmas, madam. 'Our last Christmas at Earlsfont was a sad meeting for the family.
If they expressed more, because they were not sculptured eyes, it was the expression of his high and frigid nature rather than any of the diversities pertaining to sentiment and shades of meaning. 'You have had the bequest of an estate, Mr. Adister said, to compliment him by touching on his affairs. 'A small one; not a quarter of a county, said Patrick. 'Productive, sir?
An excellent husband, who might easily have been less than that, he was the most devoted of cousins, and the liberal expenditure of his native eloquence for the furtherance of Philip's love-suit was the principal cause of the misfortune, if misfortune it could subsequently be called to lose an Adiante. The Adister family were not gifted to read into the heart of a young man of a fanciful turn.
'It concerns my daughter and her inheritance from her mad grandmother! Mr. Adister rejoined loudly; and he continued like a retreating thunder: 'A princess with a title as empty as a skull! At best a princess of swamps, and swine that fight for acorns, and men that fight for swine! Patrick caught a glance from Caroline, and the pair rose together.
Adister said; 'not on these hills! and it must be a trial for the wretched men to climb them, that thing on their backs. 'They are as accustomed to it as mountain smugglers bearing packs of contraband, said Philip. 'Con would have argued him out of hearing before he ground a second note, she resumed. 'I have no idea when Con returns from his unexpected visit to Ireland.
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