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"And I'm pretty sure you agree with me." "I must go now," said Beattie gently. "I'm going to Queen Anne's Mansions to tell the dear mother all about my visit to Welsley." "When is she going there?" "I don't know. She's very lazy about moving. She's not been out of London since Dion sailed."
"Lydia," said he, "you're great chums with Madame Beattie, aren't you?" Lydia gave a little sigh of a relief she hardly understood. What she expected him to ask her she did not know, but there were strange warm feelings in her heart she would not have shown to Jeff. She could have shown them before that minute when he had said the thing that ought not even to be remembered: "I only love you."
LONDON, 15th Aug. 1786. DEDICATION. ADVERTISEMENT. INTRODUCTION. Character of Dr. Johnson. He arrives in Scotland. August 15. Sir William Forbes. Practice of the law. Emigration. Dr. Beattie and Mr. Hume. Dr. Robertson. Mr. Burke's various and extraordinary talents. Question concerning genius. Whitfield and Wesley. Instructions to political parties. Dr. Johnson's opinion of Garrick as a tragedian.
They went on, and as it was that other night, some withdrew to leave a pathway and others stared, but, finding no specific reason, did not hinder them. Madame Beattie spoke once or twice, a brief mandate in a foreign tongue, and that, Jeff noted, was effective. She stepped up on the running-board of the car and laid her hand on the interpreter's arm.
Most people will sympathize so far with Beattie, though his lines show that he was a Scotchman, and lived where there are not many trees: Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrown, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!
Madame Beattie reached for her book and smoothed the pages open with a beautiful hand. "It'll do him good, too. Bring him out of thinking he's a man of destiny, or whatever it is he thinks. You tell him. I daresay you've got some influence with him. That's why I've gone into it with you." "But you said you promised him not to tell all this about Esther. And you've told me." "That's why.
One she held in her ringed hand, and now she put it down, her eyeglasses with it, and turned the candle so that the light from the reflector fell on Lydia's face. "I wasn't sure which girl it was," she said, in a tone of mild good-nature. "It's not the good one. It's you, mischief. Come and sit down." Madame Beattie did not apologise for giving audience in her bedchamber.
Madame Beattie gave a little ironic crow of laughter. "Sit down, Esther," she said, "and let Mr. Blake shake hands with me. No, I can't stay to dinner. Esther may, if she likes, but I've business on my hands. It's with that dirty little man Jeff's got such a prejudice against." "Not Weedon Moore," conjectured the colonel.
"I suppose it is possible to sublet a house," said Beattie, looking unusually inexpressive, Guy thought. "They say at the Clubs the C.I.V. will be back before Christmas, Beattie," said Guy. "The Tenbys' lease of Number 5 is up." "Yes, but do you think Dion can afford to run two houses?" "Perhaps " she stopped. "I don't believe Rosamund will ever be got out of Welsley," said Guy.
But she came down the stairs and Esther, seeing his marauding entry turned into something like a visit under social sanction, beat upon his wrist with her other hand and cried two hot tears of angry impotence. "For heaven's sake, Esther," Madame Beattie remarked, at the foot of the stairs, "what are you acting like this for? You look like a child in a tantrum." Esther ceased to be in a tantrum.
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