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Ralph had been prepared for the question, but when it came he felt a moment's tremor. He knew he could count on half the amount from his grandfather; could possibly ask Fairford for a small additional loan but what of the rest? Well, there was Clare. He had always known there would be no other way. And after all, the money was Clare's it was Dagonet money. At least she said it was.
Heeny gave the discouraged gesture of a pedagogue who has vainly striven to implant the rudiments of knowledge in a rebellious mind. "Why, Undine Spragg, I've told you all about them time and again! His mother was a Dagonet. They live with old Urban Dagonet down in Washington Square." To Mrs. Spragg this conveyed even less than to her daughter, "'way down there?
About this time it happened that Dagonet, the fool and merry-maker of King Arthur, rode into Cornwall with two squires, and chance brought them to a well in the forest which was much haunted by the demented knight. The weather was hot, and they alighted and stooped to drink at the well, while their horses ran loose.
Then did the three, that is, Launcelot, Percival and Neil with wondrous strength of arm, each by mighty blow, bring rider to the ground. And Sir Manstor was dead because of the fearful blow of Sir Launcelot. The other two were asprawl on the ground and but barely moving. "I call this right skillfully done," said Sir Dagonet who now came toward them.
Mr. Dagonet was always pleasant to see and hear, but his sarcasms were growing faint and recondite: they had as little bearing on life as the humours of a Restoration comedy. As for Mrs.
Urban Dagonet of Washington Square, who, in order to have the pleasure of meeting her, had broken through his fixed rule of not dining out between January and April. The two chatted together for nearly twenty minutes; then the Countess rose and, walking alone across the wide drawing-room, sat down at Newland Archer's side.
I said what I did because I knew what you and Laura were thinking but it's really a battered old Dagonet bowl that came down to me from our revered great-grandmother." "What the heirloom you used to eat your porridge out of?" Ralph detained her hand to put a kiss on it. "That's dear of you!" She threw him one of her strange glances.
Whereunto Sir Tristram replied: "Why should I arise? Lo! I am weary." Then Sir Dagonet said: "It is not fitting that thou, who art the fool of swineherds shouldst lie upon the grass, whilst I who am the fool of a king stand upright upon my shanks. So, fool, I bid thee bestir thyself and arise." But Sir Tristram said, "I will not arise."
"But then you are fool and that wish belongs to a fool." "Yet not such a great fool after all," spoke up Sir Launcelot. "Truly Dagonet, I often wonder at you. For here is what is in Dagonet's mind. Since the weasel comes after us and leaves his home empty, why not go to the home of the weasel?" Such a laugh now went up.
We doubt not that thou wilt prove thy true valor and be worthy of knighthood. Yet proof must be there." On this selfsame day, Breunor le Noire departed. Next morn, the King together with Sir Launcelot, Sir Percival, Sir Gawaine, Sir Pellimore, Sir Gilbert, Sir Neil and Sir Dagonet, indeed a right goodly party, prepared to depart.
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