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Escott does not mention, in the reformed civil service, newly opened to the humblest lad in the land. Thus there is constant movement up and down in social England, approaching, except in the traditional nobility, the freedom of movement in our own country. This is all wholesome and sound.
Lily was more beautiful than usual, the heat and the pleasure of seeing her admirer having flushed her cheeks. He was penetrated with her sweetness, and the hand laid on his arm thrilled him. Where should he take her? Unfortunately the staircase was in stone; servants were busy in the drawing-room. "How beautifully Mr. Escott plays the violin!"
"Going your way!" "Yes; you can go through the Park. The walk will do you good." "I should like a walk," said Escott, "I'm not a bit sleepy now." "Come on then; walk with me as far as Hyde Park Corner." "And come home alone! Not if I know it I'll go if Mike will come." "I'll go," said Mike. "You'll come with us, Harding?" "It is out of my way, but if you are all going ... Where's John Norton?"
Escott had by this time made his acquaintance, and, like almost everybody else, had already succumbed to the fascination of his address. “Good morning, doctor,” he said; “I wish you to do me a trifling favour, a mere bending of your eyes.” Escott laughed. “I shall be delighted. What is it?” Mr Beveridge unbuttoned his waistcoat and displayed his shirt-front.
Escott does not mention, in the reformed civil service, newly opened to the humblest lad in the land. Thus there is constant movement up and down in social England, approaching, except in the traditional nobility, the freedom of movement in our own country. This is all wholesome and sound.
He looked at her diamonds, and congratulated himself that she was a lady. "I am afraid I am interrupting you," she said again. "Oh no, you aren't, I shall be done in half an hour; I have only got a few more pages to read through. Escott went away, selfish brute that he is, and has left me to do all the work." She sat by his side contentedly reading what he had written.
Escott very readily agreed to accompany him in his travels, and there being a vessel ready to sail for Newfoundland, tying at Dartmouth, where they then were, they agreed to embark on board her. Nothing remarkable happened in their passage which relates to our hero; we shall therefore pass it by, and land him safe in Newfoundland.
Twelve o’clock struck, Escott finished the remains of something in a tumbler, rose, and yawned sleepily. “Time to turn in, young man,” said he. “I suppose it is,” replied Sherlaw, a very pleasant and boyish young gentleman. “Hullo! What’s that? A cab?” They both listened, and some way off they could just pick out a sound like wheels upon gravel.
He was further fortunate in having in his assistants, Dr Escott and Dr Sherlaw, two young gentlemen whose medical knowledge was almost equal to the affability of their manners and the excellence of their family connections. One November night these two were sitting over a comfortable fire in Sherlaw’s room.
If he agrees to allow Mr. Escott to make the alterations, Mr. Escott will no doubt compensate you for disturbance." "It is all very well to talk about compensation. How do I know what your compensation will be? How do I know you will make it worth my while? I don't want no compensation. I want my 'ouse. Cheek I calls it, to come down here wanting to muck me out of my house."
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