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Barton felt at a loss what to say in reply to the insinuated compliment, it was a relief to him that dinner was announced just then, and that he had to offer his arm to the Countess. As Mr. Bridmain was leading Mrs. Barton to the dining-room, he observed, 'The weather is very severe. 'Very, indeed, said Milly. Mr. Bridmain studied conversation as an art.
For you have already perceived that there was one being to whom the Countess was absorbingly devoted, and to whose desires she made everything else subservient namely, Caroline Czerlaski, nee Bridmain. Thus there was really not much affectation in her sweet speeches and attentions to Mr. and Mrs. Barton.
Bridmain, in fact, quadragenarian bachelor as he was, felt extremely well pleased to receive his sister in her widowhood, and to shine in the reflected light of her beauty and title. Every man who is not a monster, a mathematician, or a mad philosopher, is the slave of some woman or other. Mr.
I have a plot to prevent you from martyrizing yourself. While this greeting was going forward, Mr. Bridmain, and Jet the spaniel, looked on with the air of actors who had no idea of by-play. Mr. Bridmain, a stiff and rather thick-set man, gave his welcome with a laboured cordiality. It was astonishing how very little he resembled his beautiful sister.
Landor, the attorney's wife, had invested part of their reputation for acuteness in the supposition that Mr. Bridmain was not the Countess's brother. Moreover, Miss Phipps was conscious that if the Countess was not a disreputable person, she, Miss Phipps, had no compensating superiority in virtue to set against the other lady's manifest superiority in personal charms.
Farquhar was susceptible on the point of 'blood' his own circulating fluid, which animated a short and somewhat flabby person, being, he considered, of very superior quality. 'By the by, he said, with a certain pomposity counteracted by a lisp, 'what an ath Barton makth of himthelf, about that Bridmain and the Counteth, ath she callth herthelf.
And just now I am bent on introducing you to Mr. Bridmain and the Countess Czerlaski, with whom Mr. and Mrs. Barton are invited to dine tomorrow. Outside, the moon is shedding its cold light on the cold snow, and the white-bearded fir-trees round Camp Villa are casting a blue shadow across the white ground, while the Rev.
I often say to my brother, it is a great comfort to me that Shepperton Church is not too far off for us to go to; don't I, Edmund? 'Yes, answered Mr. Bridmain; 'they show us into such a bad pew at Milby just where there is a draught from that door. I caught a stiff neck the first time I went there. 'O, it is the cold in the pulpit that affects me, not the cold in the pew.
To be deceived by a brother to whom I have been so devoted to see him degrading himself giving himself utterly to the dogs! 'What can it be? said Milly, who began to picture to herself the sober Mr. Bridmain taking to brandy and betting. 'He is going to be married to marry my own maid, that deceitful Alice, to whom I have been the most indulgent mistress.
Barton's dress, said the Countess to the trembling John, carefully abstaining from approaching the gravy-sprinkled spot on the floor with her own lilac silk. But Mr. Bridmain, who had a strictly private interest in silks, good-naturedly jumped up and applied his napkin at once to Mrs. Barton's gown.
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