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Breaking an odd pause that had fallen, the Countess cried aloud, suddenly: 'In his uniform! Mr. Goren felt his arm seized and his legs hurrying him some paces into isolation. 'Thanks! thanks! was murmured in his ear. 'Not a word more. Evan cannot bear it. Oh! you are good to have come, and we are grateful. My father! my father!
"No, d me," said Blagrave, "leave me alone for that! Well, I have got five pounds left, I shall go and slap it down." No sooner had he left me than I was accosted by Mr. Goren, a handsome little adventurer, who lived the devil knew how, for the devil seemed to take excellent care of him. "Poor Blagrave!" said he, eyeing the countenance of that ingenious youth.
An artistic admirer of the frame of man, Mr. Goren was not wanting in veneration for the individual who had arisen to do it justice. He spoke of his Balance with supreme self-appreciation. Nor less so the Honourable Melville, who professed to have discovered the Balance of Power, at home and abroad. It was a capital Balance, but inferior to Mr. Goren's.
That he should penetrate the idea or appreciate the merits of Mr. Goren's Balance was hardly to be expected at present: the world did not, and Mr. Goren blamed no young man for his ignorance. Still a proper attendance was requisite. Mr. Goren thought it very singular that young Mr. Harrington should demand all the hours of the day for his own purposes, up to half-past four.
Goren had no natural heirs of his body, he did not care for that. What affected him painfully was the news of Evan's doings at a noble house, Beckley Court, to wit, where, according to the report of a rich young gentleman friend, Mr. Where the chances of detection were so numerous, Mr. Goren saw much to condemn in the idea of such a marriage. But 'like father like son, said Mr. Goren.
The diplomatist and his lady gradually edged back but Rose remained beside the Countess, who breathed quick, and seemed to have lost her self-command. Thinking he was apprehended, Mr. Goren said: 'I 'm going down to-night to take care of the shop. He 's to be buried in his old uniform. You had better come with me by the night-coach, if you would see the last of him, young man.
Wishaw, in whom the Countess at once discovered a frivolous pretentious woman of the moneyed trading class, she treated as one who was alive to society, and surveyed matters from a station in the world, leading her to think that she tolerated Mr. Goren, as a lady- Christian of the highest rank should tolerate the insects that toil for us. Mrs. Fiske was not so tractable, for Mrs.
Pelham, trust to a man at a gaming- house; the honestest look hides the worst sharper! Shall you try your luck to-night?" "No," said I, "I shall only look on." Goren sauntered to the table, and sat down next to a rich young man, of the best temper and the worst luck in the world.
'You don't remember me, young man? I cut out your first suit for you when you were breeched, though! Yes-ah! Your poor father wouldn't put his hand to it. Goren! Embarrassed, and not quite alive to the chapter of facts this name should have opened to him, Evan bowed again. 'Goren! continued the possessor of the name.
'He would still have to pay them, my lady, was the widow's answer. 'Poor young man! indeed I pity him! sighed her visitor. 'You have hitherto used no efforts to persuade him to take such a step, Mrs. Harrington? 'I have written to Mr. Goren, who was my husband's fellow-apprentice in London, my lady; and he is willing to instruct him in cutting, and measuring, and keeping accounts.
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