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We sincerely trust that the present heir of the house of Ivry will see fit to return to the creed which his forefathers so unfortunately abjured." The ladies received this news with perfect gravity; and Charles uttered a meek wish that it might prove true. As they went away, they offered more hospitalities to Clive and Mr. Binnie and his niece.
Sir Thomas de Boots, swelling in his white waistcoat, in the armholes of which his thumbs are engaged, smiles scornfully, and wishes Sir Brian had ever felt a good sweltering day in the hot winds in India. Sir Brian withdraws the untenable proposition that London is as hot as Calcutta. Mr. Binnie looks at his watch, and at the Colonel.
How long did you and my boy sit up together isn't he a fine lad, Binnie? I expect you are going to put him down for something handsome in your will." "See what it is to have a real friend now, Colonel! I sate up for ye, or let us say more correctly, I waited for you because I knew you would want to talk about that scapegrace of yours.
For a moment there was a terrible silence, then Andrew, with passionate sorrow, threw the divorce papers down on the table. "You'll not require, Braelands, to fash folk with the like of them; your wife is dying. She is at my sister's house. Go to her at once." "What is that to you? Mind your own business, Captain Binnie." "It is the business of every decent man to call comfort to the dying.
She is a Scotch lassie, niece of my oldest friend, James Binnie, Esquire, of the Bengal Civil Service, who will give her a pretty bit of siller, and her present name is Miss Rosa Mackenzie.
Binnie woke up briskly when the Colonel entered. "It is you, you gad-about, is it?" cried the civilian. "How has the beau monde of London treated the Indian Adonis? Have you made a sensation, Newcome? Gad, Tom, I remember you a buck of bucks when that coat first came out to Calcutta just a Barrackpore Brummell in Lord Minto's reign, was it, or when Lord Hastings was satrap over us?"
Honeyman to say grace, and stands reverentially during that brief ceremony, while de Boots looks queerly at him from over his napkin. All the young men take their places at the farther end of the table, round about Mr. Binnie; and at the end of the second course Mr. Barnes Newcome makes his appearance. Mr.
She had chosen, as an appropriate festal costume, a funereal-black moire antique, enlivened by massive fringes and ornaments of jet; her jewelry being chains and manacles of the latter, which rattled as she moved, with a sound somewhat suggestive of bones. Mr. Dugald Binnie, who had received an invitation, had as yet amiably forborne to say whether he would accept it, or not.
It was all the change out of a twenty-pound note which dear old Binnie gave me before we set out, with a quotation out of Horace, you know, about Neque tu choreas sperne puer. O me! how guilty I felt as I walked home at ever so much o'clock to the Hotel de la Terrasse, and sneaked into our apartment! But the Colonel was sound asleep.
The first mate pulled out a penknife and arranged his nails. The doctor and Mr. Binnie talked of the progress of medicine. Binnie had walked the hospitals of Edinburgh before getting his civil appointment to India.
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