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Scots, forby all they ate and drank no, no, sir, I stand beyond challenge; but as for plaguing myself with county business, let them that aught the mare shoe the mare. The commissioners of supply would see my back broken before they would help me in the burgh's work, and all the world kens the difference of the weight between public business in burgh and landward.
Miss Payne was suffering from touches of rheumatism, which made long walks impossible; so Katherine wandered about alone. The weather was bright, but, although it was the beginning of May, not warm enough to sit amongst the rocks at the point. Katherine, however, often walked to and fro recalling De Burgh's looks and tones the day he had opened his heart to her there.
Finding now that there was a deficiency in that material, deemed of the first consequence in all civilized states, and remembering Burgh's feeling lamentation over the improvidence, or rather the indifference with which many men of genius regard the low thoughts that are merely of a pecuniary nature, I began to revolve on the means by which the two poets might advantageously apply their talents.
Bennett's in Hyde Park Square, you know?" "How can I tell? The policeman perhaps." "Nonsense, Duke! I recognized Lord de Burgh inside, and who do you think was sitting beside him?" "God knows! The Saratoffski perhaps." "Really, Ormonde, I am astonished at your mentioning that dreadful woman to me. "Oh! are you? Well, who was De Burgh's companion?"
Ormonde and De Burgh eagerly discussed the catastrophe, she kept silence and struggled to be composed. "Errington is completely ruined!" De Burgh's words repeated themselves over and over again in Katherine's ears through the darkness and silence of her sleepless night. What would become of him that grave, stately man who had never known the touch of anything common or unclean? How would he live?
I suppose you think a rugged fellow like me would have little or no chance with the curled darlings of May Fair and South Kensington?" Mrs. Ormonde looked down on her fan, but did not speak. De Burgh laughed. "Who is going to bring her out?" he asked. "I am," with dignity. De Burgh's reply was short and simple. Ormonde's cheek and a frown to her fair brow.
It was not, this time, the old half-pay officers but a lower plane of the burgh's manhood, the salvage and the wreckage of the wars, privatemen and sergeants, by a period of strife and travel made in some degree unfit for the tame ways of peace in a stagnant burgh. They told the old tales of the bivouac; they sang its naughty or swaggering songs.
"But this is excellent, and the style is so new I have to thank you, Mr. De Burgh, for a delightful evening." "The same to you," he returned. "Seeing you enjoy it so much woke me up to the merits of the thing." The supper was bright and lively. Three men besides himself, and a cousin, a pretty, chatty woman of the world, completed De Burgh's party. There was plenty of laughing and chaffing.
Ormonde, reflectively, as she leaned comfortably in the corner of the carriage which conveyed her and her sister-in-law home. She was always a little nettled when she found how completely Katherine had effaced herself from De Burgh's fickle mind.
Weighted as I am with money enough to excite the greed of ordinary struggling men, I shall not be in a hurry to renounce my comfortable independence." De Burgh's eyes again held hers with a look of entreaty.
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