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Victor called to recollection Fenellan's 'Rev. Glendoveer' while Mr. Barmby pursued his discourse, uninterrupted by tripping wags. And those who have schemes, as well as those who are startled by the criticism in laughter to discover that they have cause for shunning it, rejoice when wits are absent. Mr. Sowerby and Nesta interchanged a comment on Mr. Barmby's remarks: The Fate of Princes!
He stood looking most unhappy. 'She was to appear, sir, in a few perhaps a week, a month. A nod dismissed him. So Victor said of his darlings' voices. Nesta's and her mother's were a perfect combination; Mr. Barmby's trompe in union, sufficiently confirmed the popular impression, that they were artistes.
'Soldiers and parsons! Victor interjected. Now she saw. She understood the portent of Mr. Barmby's hovering offer of the choice of songs, and the recent tremulousness of the welling Bethesda.
Barmby's pursuing voice, whom her mother favoured: and her mother was concealing something from her; so she could not make the confidante of her mother. Nataly had no forewarnings. Her simple regrets filled her bosom. All night she had been taking her chastisement, and in the morning it seemed good to her, that she should be denuded, for her girl to learn the felicity of having relatives.
'But what have her guardians to say to that? Why, she has been away for nearly half a year. How can that be called living at the old house? 'It's no business of mine. 'Nor of mine, you mean to say. Still, it does seem rather strange. I suppose she is quite to be trusted? 'Trusted? What harm can come to her? She's keeping out of Sam Barmby's way, that's all.
Barmby's pursuing voice, whom her mother favoured: and her mother was concealing something from her; so she could not make the confidante of her mother. Nataly had no forewarnings. Her simple regrets filled her bosom. All night she had been taking her chastisement, and in the morning it seemed good to her, that she should be denuded, for her girl to learn the felicity of having relatives.
It did not draw her to read him with a novel familiarity; it drew her to be more sensible of foregone intimations of the man he was irresistible in attack, not impregnably defensive. Nor did he seem in this instance humanely considerate: if mademoiselle's estimate of the mind of the girl was not wrong, then Mr. Barmby's position would be both a ridiculous and a cruel one.
But did she say what becomes of the money if either of them break the terms? 'Goes to a girl's orphanage, somewhere in the old man's country. But there's more than I've accounted for yet. Young Barmby's sisters get legacies a hundred and fifty apiece. And, last of all, the old servant has an annuity of two hundred.
She left the ground where maternal meditations are serious, at an image of Mr. Barmby knocking at Nesta's heart as a lover. Was it worth inquiry? A feminine look was trailed across the eyes of mademoiselle, with mention of Mr. Barmby's name. Mademoiselle rippled her shoulders. 'We are at present much enamoured of Bethesda.
Burman! Victor said, and loudly praised her coolness. She was never below a situation, he affirmed. He followed his own counsel to humour his Nataly. She began panting at a word about Mr. Barmby's ready services.
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