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Hearing his name called, the Hon. Peter turned about, and stretched an affable hand. "Is Mountfalcon in town?" said Richard taking the horse's reins instead of the gentlemanly hand. His voice and aspect were quite friendly. "Mount?" Brayder replied, curiously watching the action; "yes. He's off this evening." "He is in town?" Richard released his horse. "I want to see him. Where is he?"
He had recognized his superb Bellona in the lady by the garden window. For Brayder the men had nods and yokes, the ladies a pretty playfulness. He was very busy, passing between the groups, chatting, laughing, taking the feminine taps he received, and sometimes returning them in sly whispers. Adrian sat down and crossed his legs, looking amused and benignant. "Whose dinner is it?"
Brayder winked to Adrian, and pitifully indicated the presence of an innocent. "A married man, you know," said Adrian. "Yes, yes! we won't shock him," Brayder observed. He appeared to study the young man while they talked. Next morning Richard was surprised by a visit from his aunt. Mrs. Doria took a seat by his side and spoke as follows: "My dear nephew.
Ripton had heard some little of the colloquy. He left the spot in a serious mood, apprehensive of something dark to the people he loved, though he had no idea of what the Hon. Peter's stipulation involved. On the voyage back to town, Richard was again selected to sit by Mrs. Mount. Brayder and Adrian started the jokes. The pair of parasites got on extremely well together.
If I thought you thought that it makes me feel like a devil only to fancy you think it. "The first time you meet Brayder, cane him publicly. "Adieu! Say it's because you don't like his face. I suppose devils must not say Adieu. Here's plain old good-bye, then, between you and me. Good-bye, dear Dick! You won't think that of me?
He wandered about the grounds by himself, went through an open postern, and threw himself down among some bushes on the slope of the hill. Lying there, and meditating, he became aware of voices conversing. "What does he want?" said a woman's voice. "It's another of his villanies, I know. Upon my honour, Brayder, when I think of what I have to reproach him for, I think I must go mad, or kill him."
But I know the sort of fellow you are, and I must be plain with you. Did I ever say I loved you? You may hate me as much as you please, but I will save you from being a fool. "Now listen to me. You know my relations with Mount. That beast Brayder offered to pay all my debts and set me afloat, if I would keep you in town. I declare on my honour I had no idea why, and I did not agree to it.
"He ought to know it by this time, if fame speaks true," remarked Adrian. "He's a baby about women, and always will be," said Brayder. "He's been once or twice wanting to marry them. Now there's a woman you've heard of Mrs. Mount? All the world knows her. If that woman hadn't scandalized." The young man joined them, and checked the communication.
Him Brayder hailed to take the head of the table. The happy man objected, Brayder continued urgent, the lady tenderly insisted, the happy man grimaced, dropped into the post of honour, strove to look placable. Richard usurped his chair, and was not badly welcomed by his neighbour.
And so, by heaven! I'll be to her." "A hm!" went the Honourable Peter. "This way to the sign of the Green Man, ladies!" "Do you want to be pitched out of the window, Brayder?" "Once was enough, Mount. The Salvage Man is strong. I may have forgotten the trick of alighting on my feet. There there! I'll be sworn she's excessively innocent, and thinks you a disinterested friend."
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