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"I could not help speaking warmly," cried Beauclerc; "it is a book to inspire enthusiasm; there is such a noble spirit all through it, so pure from petty passions, from all vulgar jealousies, all low concerns!
He was not "the Red"; the mass of his black hair and his eyes clear and serene struck the observer. Naturally of a pleasant disposition and agreeable to those about him, he was quick to see the humorous side of things and carried easily the great weight of business which fell to him. He was called "Beauclerc," but he was never so commonly known by this name as William by his of "Rufus."
Helen saw this, and, thanking him for his condescension, his kindness, in listening to her, she hastened as quickly as possible, lest the relenting moment might not be seized; and running out on the terrace, she saw Beauclerc, his head down upon his arms, leaning upon an old broken stone lion, and Lady Cecilia standing beside him, commiserating; and as she approached, she beard her persuading him to go to the general, and speak to him again, and say so only say so.
The general with his back to him was standing before Lady Cecilia, she could not see what Beauclerc was doing, but she heard the drawer open, and cried out. "Not there, Beauclerc; no counters there you need not look there."
Well did Lady Cecilia know this when she was so eager to be the bearer of the flowers which were sent by Beauclerc. She foresaw and enjoyed the instant effect, the quick smile, and blush of delight with which that bouquet was received by Helen. "Oh, thank you! How kind of him!" and "all's well," was her immediate conclusion.
Churchill was on the watch, but he was not alarmed; all was so undisguised and frank, that now he began to feel assured that love on her side not only was, but ever would be, quite out of the question. Beauclerc was, indeed, in the present instance, really and truly intent upon what he was about; and he pursued the History of Falconry, with all its episodes, from the olden time of the Boke of St.
Archer following me, having changed his mind, maybe, or something as bad, if that could be; and many's the time I turned short round, expecting to see him, or may be that other lad, behind, for you see I got a start like when he shot Glascock; and there was a trembling over me for a long time after. 'Now, you see, Glascock's dead, and can't tell tales no more nor Mr. Beauclerc, and Dr.
He spoke of what would happen after he quitted England, and left his ward a legacy of some favourite horse which he used to ride at Clarendon Park, and seemed to take it for granted that Beauclerc and Helen would be sometimes there when he was gone.
May I ask why Lord Beltravers could not possibly have appeared to advantage at Lady Grace Bland's?" "Because I know he cannot endure her; I have heard him, speaking of her, quote what Johnson or somebody says of Clariss 'a prating, preaching, frail creature." "Good!" said the general, "he said this of his own aunt!" "Aunt! You cannot mean that Lady Grace is his aunt?" cried Beauclerc.
Beauclerc was safe! safe! but under what circumstances? "And it was for me, I am sure," cried Helen, "I am sure it was for me! I was the cause! I am the cause of that man's death of Beauclerc's agony." For some time Helen had not power or thought for any other idea. The promise that they should hear as soon as they could learn any thing more of Mr.
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