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The openness, the perfect unreserve between the two friends, was no longer what it had been. Helen, however, felt the constraint between them the less as she was almost constantly with Beauclerc, and in her young happiness she hoped all would be right. Cecilia would tell the general, and they would be as intimate, as affectionate, as they had ever been.
I am afraid that, as is usual, the accusation hurt the more because it was " "Do not say 'true," interrupted Beauclerc, "for you really cannot believe it, Lady Davenant. You know me, and all my faults, and I have plenty; but you need not accuse me of one that I have not, and which from the bottom of my soul I despise. Whatever are my faults, they are at least real, and my own."
Some French friends of mine who knew both, said of Mr. Churchill, 'De l'esprit on ne peut pas plus meme a Paris, the highest compliment a Parisian can pay, but they allowed that Beauclerc had 'beaucoup plus d'ame." "Yes," said Helen; "how far superior!"
Helen heard an offer from Beauclerc, to which she extremely wished that the general had listened. But he was deaf with determination not to yield to any thing Beauclerc could say further: the noise of passion in their ears was too great for either of them to hear the other. Suddenly turning, Beauclerc exclaimed, "Borne with me, do you say?
He did it in a note addressed to Goldsmith, who presided on the evening of the 23d of April. The nomination was seconded by Beauclerc. We may easily imagine the discussions that took place. Boswell had made himself absurd in such a variety of ways, that the very idea of his admission was exceedingly irksome to some of the members.
"I have always considered General Clarendon more as my friend than my guardian." "And have found him so, I had hoped," said the general, relaxing in tone hut not in looks. "I have never treated you, sir, as some wards treat their guardians. I have dealt openly, as man of honour to man of honour, gentleman to gentleman, friend to friend." "Acknowledged, and felt by me, Beauclerc."
But Beauclerc, what was become of him? that day passed, and no Beauclerc; another and another came, and on the third day, only a letter from him, which ought to have come on Tuesday.
Yet Beauclerc! that thought was at the bottom of her heart; the fear, the almost certainty, that some way or other every way in which she could think of it, it would lead to difficulty with Beauclerc.
Besides, there was in Lady Davenant towards Beauclerc a sort of maternal solicitude and kindness, of which the effect was heightened by her dignified manner and pride of character. She, in the first place, listened to him patiently; she, who could talk, would listen: this was, as she said, her first merit in his estimation.
Miss Stanley, so good! Mr. Beauclerc, so happy! the general could not? so sorry!" Then with hand pressed on hers, "Miss Stanley, so kind of you to come. Lady Grace, give me leave Miss Stanley Lady Grace Bland," and in a whisper, "Lord Beltravers' aunt." Lady Grace, with a haughty drawback motion, and a supercilious arching of her brows, was "happy to have the honour."
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