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He is the sweetest, kindest, most generous father that a girl ever had, and he could make lots of money for himself, only the police won't let him." "What do the police do to him?" said Lord Castlewell. "He is not a burglar, you know, or anything of that kind." "He is an Irish politician, isn't he?" "He is very much of a politician; but he is not an Irishman." "Irish name," suggested the lord.
"Nothing, I think, would ever have made me marry Lord Castlewell." It was thus she talked to her father while he was awaiting the period of his dismissal. "I dare say not," said he. "Of course he is a poor weak creature. But he would have been very good to you, and there would have been an end to all your discomforts." Rachel turned up her nose. An end to all her discomforts!
How many does Lord Castlewell wear? How many will he wear when he is a marquis? But at any rate it does seem to be the case that you and the earl are not as happy together as your best friends could wish. We had understood that the earl was ready to expire for love at the sound of every note. Has he slackened in his admiration so as to postpone his expiring to the close of every song?
But the conversation was so long and intricate, being necessarily carried on by means of her tablet, that poor O'Mahony's rod was losing all its pickle. "Father, you must go and see Lord Castlewell at once." "I think, my dear, he understood me altogether when I saw him before, and he seemed to agree with me.
There is nothing for it but to live them down with absolute silence." "Nothing," he replied. "They are a nuisance, but we can do nothing." But Lord Castlewell did in truth feel what was said about him. Was he not going to pay too dearly for his whistle? No doubt Rachel was all that she ought to be.
She was not in the least put about or confused, or indeed surprised, because the heir of a marquis had made an offer to her a singing girl; but she let him understand that she quite thought that she had done a good thing. "It would be so much better for him than going on as he has gone," she said to her father. And Lord Castlewell knew very well what were her sentiments.
And now she had been guilty of the gross indecency of sending a message to him by her own father, the very man whom he called an ass. And the man in return only laughed and called him an ass. But Lord Castlewell knew the proprieties of life. Here was this girl whom he had proposed to marry, a sad invalid at the moment. The doctor had, in fact, given him but a sad account of the case.
But there was something in her manner on such occasions which was intended to show affection, and did show it very plainly. In old days she could decline to kiss Frank in a manner that would set Frank all on fire. It was as much as to say of course you've a right to it, but on this occasion I don't mean to give it to you. But Lord Castlewell was not imaginative, and did not think of all this.
The fortune of "The Embankment" was made by the number of visitors who were sent there to see and to hear this wicked fiend; but it all redounded to the honour and glory of Rachel. But Rachel was to be seen a fêted guest at all semi-musical houses. Whispers about town were heard that that musical swell, Lord Castlewell, had been caught at last. And in the midst of all this, Mr.
"May I do myself the honour of waiting upon you some day at 'The Embankment," said the lord, again pulling off his hat. "Oh! certainly," said Rachel; "I should be delighted to see you." Then she was driven away, and did not know whether to be angry or not in having given Lord Castlewell so warm a welcome.
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