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"And then," continued Beauclerc, "Churchill adverting to our foolish quarrel, to clear that off my mind, threw the whole weight of the blame at once comfortably upon the absent on Beltravers. Churchill said we had indeed been a couple of bravely blind fools; he ought, as he observed, to have recollected in time, that 'A full hot horse, who being allowed his way, Self-mettle tires him.
At some gambling-house Beauclerc at last found him, and Lord Beltravers was sufficiently vexed in the first place at being there found, for he had pretended to his friend Granville that he no longer played.
However, I may spare my remonstrances, for I am quite aware that you would never let drop a friend." "Never, never!" cried Beauclerc. "Then, my dear Granville, do not take up this man, this Lord Beltravers, for, depend upon it, he will never do.
They should have his definitive to-morrow, and he was sliding away, but Lady Castlefort, as he passed her, cried, "Going, Lord Beltravers, going are you?" in an accent of surprise and disappointment; and she whispered, "I am hard at work here, acting receiver general to these city worthies; and you do not pity me cruel!" and she looked up with languishing eyes, that so begged for sympathy.
Soberly and slowly his guardian answered, and categorically, "When did I meet Lord Beltravers? A short time before his father's death. Where? At Lady Grace Bland's." "At Lady Grace Bland's! where he could not possibly appear to advantage! Well, go on, sir." "One moment pardon me, Beauclerc; I have curiosity as well as yourself.
Meanwhile his false friend coldly calculated what were the chances in his sister's favour; and when Churchill fell, and even in the hurry of their immediate departure, Lord Beltravers wrote to Madame de St.
Carlos soon after returned with his master to Portugal, and was never more heard of. This editor, as has been mentioned, had previously consulted Mr. Churchill, and in consequence of his pepper and salt hint, Lord Beltravers himself made those interpolations which he hoped would ruin his sister's rival in the eyes of her lover. Mr.
The fact was, that at this very time Madame de St. Cymon was about to be separated from her husband. A terrible discovery had just been made. Lord Beltravers had brought his sister to Old Forest to bide her from London disgrace; there he intended to leave her to rusticate, while he should follow her husband to Paris immediately, to settle the terms of separation or divorce.
Some words were here inaudible to Helen, and the general began to walk up and down the room with so strong a tread, that at every step the china shook on the table near which Helen sat, so that she lost most part of what followed, and yet it seemed interesting, about some Lord Beltravers, and a Comtesse de Saint something, or a Lady Blanche somebody.
And now he contrived to say all that could convince Beauclerc that Mr. Churchill was the author of these very paragraphs. And hot and rash, Beauclerc rushed on to that conclusion. He wrote, a challenge to Churchill, and as soon as it was possible in the morning he sent it by Lord Beltravers. Mr.
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