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"Lower my voice? Why? Because the old fox might hear the young one yap! What do I care for you or your doddering family " He went down with a sharp crash; Dysart struck him again as he rose; then, beside himself, rained blows on him, drove him from corner to corner, out of the room, into the hall, striking him in the face till the young fellow reeled and fell against the bath-room door.
But Quest pushed past him into the lighted room beyond, and Dysart followed, very pale. "What are you doing here?" he demanded. "I've asked you questions, too," retorted Quest. "Answer mine first." "Will you get out of here?" "Not until I take my answer with me." "You're drunk!" "I know it. Look out!" Dysart moistened his bloodless lips. "What do you want to know?"
There was another interval of constraint; then Dysart spoke. His self-possession was admirable, his words perfectly chosen, his exit in faultless taste. They looked after him until he was lost to view in the throngs beyond, then the girl slowly reseated herself, eyes again fixed on the water, hands clasped tightly upon her knee, and Duane found a place at her elbow.
"All right, Howker," said Duane absently; and strolled on along the hall, thinking of Mrs. Dysart. The front doors swung wide, opening on the Long Terrace, which looked out across a valley a hundred feet below, where a small lake glimmered as still as a mirror against a background of golden willows and low green mountains.
Dysart, pallid, menacing, laid his hand on a chair. The other laughed. "As bad as that?" he asked contemptuously. "Don't do it, Dysart; it isn't in your line. You're only a good-looking, popular, dancing man; all your deviltry is in your legs, and I'd be obliged if they'd presently waft you out of my room."
Young Grandcourt turned from the pretty, over-painted woman who, until that moment, had apparently held him interested when his food failed to monopolise his attention, and glanced heavily around at Geraldine. All he saw was the back of her head and shoulders. Evidently she was not missing him. Evidently, too, she was having a very good time with Dysart.
In the Session Record of Kirkcaldy the following statement occurs, dated November, 1629:—“The Session are content that Mr George Gillespie shall have as much money of our Session, for his interteynment, as Dysart gives, viz. 20 merks, being our Presbytery Bursar.” In some of the brief biographical notices of him which have been given, we are informed that during the course of his attendance at the University, he gave ample evidence of both genius and industry, by the rapid growth and development of mental power, and the equally rapid acquirement of extensive learning, in both of which respects he surpassed his fellow-students.
Alfred Tennyson, the poet-laureate of England, but was as sweet as any one of that gentleman's poems had been to the city; and she had brought home so many wondrous improvements that her two little bosom friends, Lu Medway and Kathie Dysart, were almost struck dumb to behold and to hear what Winnie said and what Winnie had.
I seed lots on 'em when lived with the Colonel Colonel Dysart, you knows augh?" "And what are they?" "Rum ones, your honour; what they calls Authors." "Authors! what the deuce had you or the Colonel to do with Authors?"
Confused by his hurt and his anger, which seemed out of all logical proportion to the cause of it, he turned abruptly and collided with Grandcourt, who had edged up that far, waiting for the opportunity of which Dysart, as usual, robbed him. Grandcourt apologised, muttering something about Mrs. Severn wishing him to find Miss Seagrave.
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