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"I have 'nt had my morning's walk I can't go out to be hooted," he said, calling to his daughter for tea, and strong tea; and explaining to Herbert that he knew it to be bad for the nerves, but it was an antidote to bad champagne. Mr. Herbert Fellingham had previously received an invitation on behalf of a sister of his to Crikswich.
Fellingham entered Crikswich under a sky of perfect blue that was in brilliant harmony with the green downs, the white cliffs and sparkling sea, and no doubt it was the beauty before his eyes which persuaded him of his delusion in having taken Annette for a commonplace girl. He had come in a merely curious mood to discover whether she was one or not.
He was flippant. Annette glanced at her father, and dropped her eyelids. Mr. Fellingham perceived that he was enjoined to be on his guard. He went one step farther in his fun; upon which Van Diemen said, with a frown, "If you please!" Nothing could withstand that. "Hang old Mart Tinman's wine!" Van Diemen burst out in the dead pause. "My head's a bullet. I'm in a shocking bad temper.
Annette naturally was in deep distress, and Fellingham postponed the discussion to the morrow. Even after such a taste of Tinman as that, Annette could not be induced to join in deriding him privately. She looked pained by Mr. Fellingham's cruel jests.
Brother and sister examined together the Court Guide they had purchased on the occasion at once of their largest outlay and most thrilling gratification; in it they certainly found the name of General Fellingham. "But he can't be related to a newspaper-writer," said Mrs. Cavely. To which her brother rejoined, "Unless the young man turned scamp. I hate unproductive professions."
She does not like the idea of leaving me, and my experience tells me I could not live in the house with you. So there it is. Take it friendly. I have always wanted to be, and am, "Your friend, "PHIL." Tinman proceeded straight to Elba; that is, as nearly straight as the wind would allow his legs to walk. He met Mr. Fellingham on the carriage drive.
Van Diemen Smith, when there was literally a duel between him and Tinman; for Van Diemen's contribution to the table was champagne, and that had been drunk, but Tinman's sherry remained. Tinman would insist on Fellingham's taking a glass. Fellingham parried him with a sedate gravity of irony that was painfully perceptible to Anisette.
Annette naturally was in deep distress, and Fellingham postponed the discussion to the morrow. Even after such a taste of Tinman as that, Annette could not be induced to join in deriding him privately. She looked pained by Mr. Fellingham's cruel jests.
Van Diemen informed him that it would be for a night only, as young Fellingham was coming down to keep him company. "At six o'clock this evening, then," said Tinman. "We're not fashionable in Winter." "Hang me, if I know when ever we were!" Van Diemen rejoined. "Come, though, you'd like to be. You've got your ambition, Philip, like other men." "Respectable and respected that 's my ambition, Mr.
He was no longer figuring on easy ice, but desperate at the prospect of a loss to himself, and a fate for Annette, that tossed him from repulsion to incredulity, and so back. Van Diemen begged him to light his pipe. "I'm off to London to-morrow," said Fellingham. "I don't want to go, for very particular reasons; I may be of more use there.
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