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But he thought it better not to say anything lest he should keep awake a desire which he hoped would die naturally. One day it was arranged that Harold should go over to Carstone to see the solicitor who had wound up his father's business. He was to stay the night and ride back next day.
His visit to the church, the first thing on his arrival at Carstone, and his kneeling before the stone made sacred to his father's memory, though it entailed a silent gush of tears, did him good, and even seemed to place his sorrow farther away. When he came again in the morning before leaving Carstone there were no tears.
Carstone tells me, and I have every reason to believe, is, if perhaps not so seriously inclined nor yet a church communicant, still of a character and reputation not unworthy to follow my dear Tappington in our little family circle as he has at his desk in the bank."
He knew that even if all the good in a man is dying, the last sense that dies is the sense that knows a good woman from a bad; it is like the scent of a noble hound. The clumsy journalist would have made Rick Carstone turn on John Jarndyce with an explosion of hatred, as of one who had made an exposure who had found out what low people call "a false friend" in what they call "his true colours."
"Miss Ada Clare?" Mr. Kenge presented her. "The Jarndyce in question," said the Lord Chancellor, turning over papers, "is Jarndyce of Bleak House a dreary name." "But not a dreary place, my lord," said Mr. Kenge. "Mr. Jarndyce of Bleak House is not married?" said his lordship. "He is not, my lord," said Mr. Kenge. "Young Mr. Richard Carstone is present?" said the Lord Chancellor.
Vholes, sitting with his arms on the desk, quietly bringing the tips of his five right fingers to meet the tips of his five left fingers, and quietly separating them again, and fixedly and slowly looking at his client, replies, "A good deal is doing, sir. We have put our shoulders to the wheel, Mr. Carstone, and the wheel is going round." "Yes, with Ixion on it.
Bayham Badger coming one afternoon when my guardian was not at home, in the course of conversation I naturally inquired after Richard. "Why, Mr. Carstone," said Mrs. Badger, "is very well and is, I assure you, a great acquisition to our society.
But your interests demand that I should be cool and methodical, Mr. Carstone; and I cannot be otherwise no, sir, not even to please you." Mr.
I pretend to no claim upon you, Mr. C., but for the zealous and active discharge not the languid and routine discharge, sir: that much credit I stipulate for of my professional duty. My duty prosperously ended, all between us is ended." Vholes finally adds, by way of rider to this declaration of his principles, that as Mr. Carstone is about to rejoin his regiment, perhaps Mr.
Jellyby's; and then he turned to me and said he took it for granted I knew who Mrs. Jellyby was. "I really don't, sir," I returned. "Perhaps Mr. Carstone or Miss Clare " But no, they knew nothing whatever about Mrs. Jellyby. "In-deed! Mrs. Jellyby," said Mr. Kenge, standing with his back to the fire and casting his eyes over the dusty hearth-rug as if it were Mrs.
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