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This formidable fleet was supported on land by an army of forty thousand men reinforced with batteries of the heaviest ordnance stretched along the shore. To oppose these the English commander, General Eliott, had ninety-six pieces of artillery and seven thousand men. So confident was the enemy of success that the triple-armored battering-ships moved boldly up to within half-gunshot range.
You are no better than a pauper. We don't want any white paupers here. I scared him. But look at the trouble all this gave me." "You would not have had any trouble," Captain Whalley said almost involuntarily, "if you had sent for me." Captain Eliott was immensely amused; he shook with laughter as he walked. But suddenly he stopped laughing. A vague recollection had crossed his mind.
It was not a seemly spectacle, but it was the fashion of the day, and but for Eliott all might have ended with no worse effect than a bad headache next morning. But for Eliott unfortunately. Nothing, apparently, would satisfy that gentleman. Colonel Stewart had let fall words which were twisted into an affront.
"I can't say that's exactly what I should call him." "Need we," said Mr. Eliott, "call him anything? So long as she thinks him a saint " Mr. Eliott Mr. Johnson Eliott hovered on the borderland of culture, with a spirit purified from commerce by a Platonic passion for the exact sciences. He was, therefore, received in Thurston Square on his own as well as his wife's merits.
It was inclined to be hospitable to ideas that had never met outside it, whose encounter was a little distressing to everybody concerned. Whenever this happened Mrs. Pooley would appeal to Mr. Eliott, and Mr. Eliott would say, "Don't ask me. I'm a stupid fellow. Don't ask me to decide anything." Thus did Mr. Eliott wilfully obscure himself. To-day he was more impregnably concealed than ever.
Eliott, "she cannot tell me. But she knows I know." "My dear," she said, "can I or Johnson help you?" Anne shook her head; but she pressed her friend's hand tighter. Wondering what she could do or say to help her, Mrs. Eliott resolved to take Anne's knowledge for granted, and act upon it. "If there's trouble, dear, will you come to us?
Or would unholy and untimely inspirations seize him? Would he scatter to the winds all conversational conventions, and riot in his own unintelligible frivolity? What would he say to Mrs. Eliott, that priestess of the pure intellect? Was there anything in him that could be touched by her uncoloured, immaterial charm? Would he see that Mr. Eliott's density was only a mask?
Anne had once taken them all so seriously. It was her solemn joy in Mrs. Eliott and her circle that had enabled her young superiority to put up so long with the provincial hospitalities of Scale on Humber. They, the slender aristocracy of Thurston Square, were the best that Scale had to offer her, and they had given her of their best. Fanny Eliott was the fine flower of Thurston Square.
It was not so easy to satisfy the licensed curiosity of Anne's friends. They came to-day in quantities, attracted by the news of the Majendies' premature return from their honeymoon. Mrs. Eliott felt that Miss Proctor and the Gardners were sitting on in the hope of meeting them. Mrs. Eliott had been obliged to accept Anne's husband, that she might retain Anne's affection.
She spoke of her call as a "coming back"; the impression conveyed by Anne's manner was so strikingly that of return after the pursuit of an illusion. Anne smiled wearily, as if it had been a long step from Prior Street to Thurston Square. "I thought," said Mrs. Eliott, "I was never going to see you again." "You might have known," said Anne. "Oh yes, I might have known.
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