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Henery Walker gave one look, and then 'e slipped over to the old man and stood all of a tremble, smiling at 'im. "Good-evening," he ses. "Wot?" ses the old gentleman. "Good-evening!" ses Henery Walker ag'in. "I'm a bit deaf," ses the old gentleman, putting his 'and to his ear. "Good-evening!" ses Henery Walker ag'in, shouting. "I'm your grand-nephew, Henery Walker!"
In the mean time, Antony, who had excited this flame, resolved to make the most of the occasion. But an obstacle to his ambition seemed to arise from a quarter in which he least expected it, namely, from Octa'vius, afterwards called Augus'tus, who was the grand-nephew and adopted son of Cæsar. A third competitor also for power appeared in Lep'idus, a man of some authority and great riches. 28.
So, you see, it's all right. Say, Uncle Caspar, may I take a crack at old Marlanx with my new rifle if I get a chance? I've been practising on the target range, and Uncle Jack says I'm a reg'lar Buffalo Bill." Count Halfont unceremoniously hugged his wriggling grand-nephew. A cheer went up from the others. "Long live Prince Robin!" shouted Count Vos Engo. Prince Robin looked abashed.
Admiral Freely, K.C.B., once placed in this conspicuous position, was seen to have had one arm only, and one eye in these points resembling the heroic Nelson while a certain pallid insignificance of feature confirmed the relationship between himself and his grand-nephew. Next, Mr. Freely was seized with an irrepressible ambition to posses Mrs.
It was a nice letter, and, arter thanking Henery Walker for all his kindness, 'is uncle said that he was getting an old man, and p'r'aps he should come and lay 'is bones in England arter all, and if he did 'e should certainly come and see his grand-nephew, Henery Walker.
"He is a handsome fellow; he has talent, fortune. He is the grand-nephew of a hero, which is equivalent to nobility, in my opinion. But Alba has no thought of it, I assure you. She would have told me; she tells me everything. We are two friends, almost two comrades, and she knows I shall leave her perfectly free to choose.... No, my old friend, I understand my daughter.
You know that I sign my name Edward M. Rawdon; it is really Edward Mostyn Rawdon." He paused, and Ruth said, "I suppose Mrs. Rawdon has had some news from her old home?" "She had a letter last night, and I shall probably receive one to-morrow. Frederick Mostyn, her grand-nephew, is coming to New York, and Squire Rawdon, of Rawdon Manor, writes to recommend the young man to our hospitality."
CXLIV. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, at Croissset Nohant, 9 January, 1870 I have had so much proof to correct that I am stupefied with it. I needed that to console me for your departure, troubadour of my heart, and for another departure also, that of my drudge of a Plauchmar and still another departure, that of my grand-nephew Edme, my favorite, the one who played the marionettes with Maurice.
The daughter of a mathematician must write plain figures. "My little grand-nephew making alliance with your workmen shows that he is taking after his papa. "I thank you for the astronomical portion of your letter, and for your promise of future accounts of uncommon objects. These extracts may seem trivial to some of our readers, but they are not so, rightly considered.
It is characteristic that her intense anxiety as to the proper treatment of her little grand-nephew his sleep, his food, his playthings greatly disturbed her peace. "I rather suffered him," she writes, "to hunger, than would let him eat anything hurtful; indeed, I would not let him eat anything at all unless his papa was present."
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