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Notwithstanding her calmness, the thoughts of Lymport had sickened her soul, and it was only for the sake of her children, and from a sense of the dishonesty of spending a farthing of the money belonging, as she conceived, to the creditors, that she had consented to go. 'I see your motive, Mr. Cogglesby, she observed. 'Your measures are disconcerted.
Drummond and Lady Jocelyn began talking of old Tom Cogglesby, whom, it appeared, the former knew intimately, and the latter had known. 'The Cogglesbys are sons of a cobbler, Rose, said Lady Jocelyn. 'You must try and be civil to them. 'Of course I shall, Mama, Rose answered seriously. 'And help the poor Countess to bear their presence as well as possible, said Drummond.
A man in the shop, with a yard measure negligently adorning his shoulders, said that Mr. Harrington was in the habit of quitting the shop at five. 'Deuced good habit, too, said Andrew. 'Why, sir, observed another, stepping forward, 'as you truly say yes. But ah! Mr. Andrew Cogglesby? Pleasure of meeting you once in Fallow field! Remember Mr. Perkins? the lawyer, not the maltster.
'Why did you bring this person up here? said Harriet, like a speaking statue. 'My dear! Andrew answered, and spread out his hand, and waggled his head; 'My please! I I don't know. We all want exercise. The man laughed, which was kindly of him, but offensive to Mrs. Cogglesby, who gave Andrew a glance which was full payment for his imbecile pleasantry, and promised more.
The Countess was the skilful engineer: Rose the General of cavalry. And it did really seem that, with Tom Cogglesby and his thousands in reserve, the victory was about to be gained. The male Jocelyns, an easy race, decided that, if the worst came to the worst, and Rose proved a wonder, there was money, which was something. But social prejudice was about to claim its champion.
No doubt he was acting under a momentary weakness he was about to betray the plot and take his chance of forgiveness; but her towering port, her commanding aspect, restored his courage. What a likeness between you and your mother. Mrs. Cogglesby disengaged herself imperiously. Had he called her aside for this gratuitous insult? Contrite, he saw his dreadful error. 'Harry!
Then the landlady, warmed by gratitude, told her that the old gentleman was the great London brewer, who brewed there with his brother, and brewed for himself five miles out of Fallow field, half of which and a good part of the neighbourhood he owned, and his name was Mr. Tom Cogglesby. 'Oh! said Mrs. Mel. 'And his brother is Mr. Andrew. 'That 's it, said the landlady.
The Countess was the skilful engineer: Rose the General of cavalry. And it did really seem that, with Tom Cogglesby and his thousands in reserve, the victory was about to be gained. The male Jocelyns, an easy race, decided that, if the worst came to the worst, and Rose proved a wonder, there was money, which was something. But social prejudice was about to claim its champion.
'There will be no more bills dating from yesterday, said his wife. 'What! this is paid for, then? 'Yes, Mr. Cogglesby; and so will all household expenses be, while my pocket-money lasts. Resting his eyes full on Harriet a minute, Andrew dropped them on the savourless white-rimmed chop, which looked as lonely in his plate as its parent dish on the table.
But if charged for two days, he would wish to be told whether they were demented, those people outside, and scornfully return the bill to Jonathan. A slap on the shoulder, and a voice: 'Found you at last, Tom! violently shattered the excellent plot, and made the old gentleman start. He beheld Mr. Andrew Cogglesby. 'Drinking Port, Tom? said Mr. Andrew.
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