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"More, I tell you, more!" said Elsley, lifting up his head, and looking at it. "Not more while you are with me." "With you! Who the devil sent you here?" "John Briggs, John Briggs, if I did not mean you good, should I be here now? Now do, like a reasonable man, tell me what you intend to do." "What is that to you, or any man?" said Elsley, writhing with neuralgia.
"Elsley, don't you see the wings sprouting already, under his shooting jacket?"
"What do you think of that poet, Mellot?" said he once, on returning from a pic-nic, during which Elsley had never noticed his wife; and, at last, finding Valencia engaged with Headley, had actually gone off, pour pis aller, to watch Lord Scoutbush fishing. "Oh, clever enough, and to spare; and as well read a man as I know.
How often, in Whitbury of old, had Elsley done the same! Half amused, he watched the lad, and wondered how he spent his evenings, and what works he read, and whether he ever thought of writing poetry.
Lucia was still all but senseless, too weak even to ask for Elsley; to attempt any meeting between her and her husband would be madness. "What will you do with the unhappy man, Mr. Thurnall?" "Keep him under my eye, day and night, till he is either rational again, or " "Do you think that he may? Oh my poor sister!" "I think that he may yet end very sadly, madam.
But beneath all lay, deep and strong, the woman's love of nobleness and wisdom, the woman's longing to learn and to be led, which has shown itself in every age in so many a fantastic and even ugly shape, and which is their real excuse for the flirting with, "geniuses," casting themselves at the feet of directors; which had tempted her to coquette with Elsley, and was now bringing her into "undesirable" intimacy with the poor curate.
It was all my odious temper! But we will be happy now, will we not?" Elsley smiled sadly, and began babbling Yes, they would take a farm, and he would plough, and sow, and be of some use before he died; "But promise me one thing!" cried he, with sudden strength. "What?"
The middle of August is come at last; and with it the solemn day on which Frederick Viscount Scoutbush may be expected to revisit the home of his ancestors. Elsley has gradually made up his mind to the inevitable, with a stately sulkiness: and comforts himself, as the time draws near, with the thought that, after all, his brother-in-law is not a very formidable personage.
I am a man of very few wants." "I wish I were," sighed Scoutbush, pulling out another of Hudson's highest-priced cigars. And so Elsley, instead of simply asking to have the house-drains set right, which Lord Scoutbush would have done upon the spot, chose to be lofty-minded, at the risk of killing his wife and children. "My dear follow, you really must not 'lord' me any more; I hate it.
He was so kind, so dear in a moment, when I put away my naughty, naughty temper, and smiled in his face like a good wife. Wicked creature that I was! and this is my punishment. Oh, Elsley, one word, one word! I must find him if I went barefoot over the mountains I must go, I must " And she tried to rise: but Valencia held her down, while she entreated piteously
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