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"There are no privations to one who lives in the future," said Helen, with that noble intuition into lofty natures which at times flashed from her childish simplicity, foreshadowing what, if Heaven spare her life, her maturer intellect may develop; "for Ardworth there is no such thing as poverty.
But then, that Fielden, rather a puzzler that! Yet no. Now I understand, old Ardworth gave the boy to Mrs. Joplin, and took it away from her again when he went to the parson's. Now, certainly, it may be quite necessary to prove, first, that the boy he took from Mr. Braddell's he gave to Mrs. Joplin; secondly, that the boy he left with Mr.
Reclined, with the careless grace that seemed inseparable from every attitude and motion of his person, in one of the great velvet chairs, with a book in his hand, which, to say truth, was turned upside down, but in the lecture of which he seemed absorbed, he heard at one hand the mirthful laughter that circled round young Ardworth, or, in its pauses, caught, on the other side, muttered exclamations from the grave whist-players: "If you had but trumped that diamond, ma'am!"
Young Ardworth stopped from the lecture, and sighed heavily. There seemed to him in this letter worse than a mock gayety, a certain levity and recklessness which jarred on his own high principles. And the want of affection for the child thus abandoned was evident, not one fond word. He resumed the statement with a gloomy and disheartened attention. Ardworth's second letter was as follows:
Varney, who generally contrived to call when Ardworth was not there, seldom interrupted the lovers in their little paradise of the garden; but he took occasion to ripen and cement his intimacy with Percival. With Helen, when Percival was not there, Varney held some secret conferences, secret even from Percival.
"Ardworth, I will not wait your time to tell me what took you yonder. I have penetrated a secret that you, not kindly, kept from me. This morning you rose and found yourself famous; this evening you have come to gaze upon the scene of the career to which that fame will more rapidly conduct you " "And upon the tomb which the proudest ambition I can form on earth must content itself to win!
John, easy to please and to be pleased, and expanding into the warmth of admiration for all talent and all distinction. For art, if not the highest, Ardworth cared not a straw; it was nothing to him that Varney painted and composed, and ran showily through the jargon of literary babble, or toyed with the puzzles of unsatisfying metaphysics.
Labour, take back your son." An hour afterwards, and his clerk, returning home, found Ardworth employed as calmly as usual on his Law Reports. That day, when he called at Brompton, Percival reported to Madame Dalibard his interview with the eccentric Mr. Tomkins.
Howsomever, your time's not come for the altar, so suppose you give Helen your arm, and come with us." "Do," said Helen, in a sweet, coaxing voice. Ardworth bent down his rough, earnest face to Helen's, and an evident pleasure relaxed its thoughtful lines. "I cannot resist you," he began, and then he paused and frowned. "Pish!" he added, "I was talking folly; but what head would not you turn?
For days together he would drink nothing but water, eat nothing but bread, or hard biscuit, or a couple of eggs; then, having wound up some allotted portion of work, Ardworth would indulge what he called a self-saturnalia, would stride off with old college friends to an inn in one of the suburbs, and spend, as he said triumphantly, "a day of blessed debauch!"
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