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Crimsworth entered, and the scene above related took place, I had had rather a sharp appetite, and had been waiting somewhat impatiently to hear the signal of feeding time. I forgot it now, however; the images of potatoes and roast mutton were effaced from my mind by the stir and tumult which the transaction of the last half-hour had there excited.
"You are poor enough, I suppose; how do you expect to live till your quarter's salary becomes due?" "I shall get on," said I. "How do you expect to live?" he repeated in a louder voice. "As I can, Mr. Crimsworth." "Get into debt at your peril! that's all," he answered.
Charlotte is displaying a deliberate interest in the outer world and the material event. She does not yet know that it is in the inner world that her great conquest and dominion is to be. The people in this first novel are of the same family as the people in Jane Eyre, in Shirley, in Villette. Crimsworth is almost reproduced in Louis Moore. Yorke Hunsden is the unmistakable father of Mr.
In this nook where we sat, Crimsworth, "The Professor," had walked and talked with and almost made love to Mademoiselle Reuter, and from yonder window overlooking the alley had seen that perfidious fair one in dalliance with his employer, M. Pelet, beneath these pear-trees.
Did Crimsworth order you to fast by way of punishment, William!" "No, Mr. Hunsden. Fortunately at this sulky juncture, tea, was brought in, and I fell to upon some bread and butter and cold beef directly. Having cleared a plateful, I became so far humanized as to intimate to Mr. Hunsden that he need not sit there staring, but might come to the table and do as I did, if he liked."
Crimsworth," was my not very apposite reply; but she looked so engaging in her light summer dress and little cottage bonnet, and her manner in speaking to me was then, as always, so unaffectedly and suavely respectful, that my heart expanded at the sight of her, and a kiss seemed necessary to content its importunity. "There, monsieur." "Why do you always call me 'Monsieur? Say, 'William."
"What do you say, Francois? Do you say Crimsworth is in love with me?" "Over head and ears." "Has he told you so?" "No but I see it in his face: he blushes whenever your name is mentioned." A little laugh of exulting coquetry announced Mdlle. I heard her disclaim any intentions on the subject the director, however, still pressed her to give a definite answer.
Crimsworth turned me off at a minute's notice, owing to some interference of yours at a public meeting, I understand." "Ah! what! he mentioned that? He observed me signalling the lads, did he? What had he to say about his friend Hunsden anything sweet?" "He called you a treacherous villain." "Oh, he hardly knows me yet!
Hunsden, who having been over, and having abused me for my prosperity in set terms, went back, and soon after sent a leash of young shire heiresses his cousins; as he said "to be polished off by Mrs. Crimsworth." As to this same Mrs. Crimsworth, in one sense she was become another woman, though in another she remained unchanged. So different was she under different circumstances.
"Yes, he does know you, in his way." "How, monsieur?" "Did you not read the expression of his eyes?" "Of his eyes? No. What did they say?" "To you they said, 'How do you do, Wilhelmina, Crimsworth? To me, 'So you have found your counterpart at last; there she sits, the female of your kind!" "Monsieur, you could not read all that in his eyes; He was so soon gone."
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