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Oh, Hattersley! you were right: this woman will be the death of me, with her keen feelings and her interesting force of character. There, there, do spare me a little.’ ‘Arthur, you must repent!’ cried I, in a frenzy of desperation, throwing my arms around him and burying my face in his bosom. ‘You shall say you are sorry for what you have done!’ ‘Well, well, I am.’
He was not so noisy as Hattersley, but his face was exceedingly flushed: he laughed incessantly, and while I blushed for all I saw and heard of him, I was glad that he chose to talk to his companion in so low a tone that no one could hear what he said but herself. ‘What fools they are!’ drawled Mr.
‘“A speech, a speech!” shouted we. “Hear, hear! Lowborough’s going to give us a speech!” ‘He waited calmly till the thunders of applause and jingling of glasses had ceased, and then proceeded,—“It’s only this, gentlemen,—that I think we’d better go no further. We’d better stop while we can.” ‘“Just so!” cried Hattersley—
Huntingdon, meanwhile, sat quietly drinking his wine,—or looking smilingly into his glass and offering no interruption or reply, till Hattersley shouted out,—“Do you hear me, man?” ‘“Yes, go on,” said he. ‘“Nay, I’ve done,” replied the other: “I only want to know if you intend to take my advice.” ‘“What advice?”
Hattersley spends much of his time at Arthur’s bed-side. With more good feeling than I gave him credit for, he evinces considerable sympathy for his unhappy friend, and is far more willing than able to comfort him.
Hargrave.’ At this they simultaneously burst into a rude laugh that made my whole frame tingle to the fingers’ ends. ‘Where is he? I’ll ask him myself!’ said I, advancing towards them. Suppressing a new burst of merriment, Hattersley pointed to the outer door. It was half open. His brother-in-law was standing on the front without. ‘Mr. Hargrave, will you please to step this way?’ said I.
Hattersley, that Milicent loves you more than you deserve, and that you have it in your power to make her very happy, instead of which you are her evil genius, and, I will venture to say, there is not a single day passes in which you do not inflict upon her some pang that you might spare her if you would.’
I hardly ever leave him, except to go into the next room, where I sometimes snatch an hour or so of sleep when he is quiet; but even then the door is left ajar, that he may know me to be within call. I am with him now, while I write, and I fear my occupation annoys him; though I frequently break off to attend to him, and though Mr. Hattersley is also by his side.
‘It’s her own delicate health, and confound it, madam! what would you make of me?—and the children, to be sure, that worry her to death between them.’ ‘No, Mr. Hattersley, the children give her more pleasure than pain: they are fine, well-dispositioned children—’ ‘I know they are—bless them!’
Meantime Mr. Hattersley strode up to the fire, and interposing his height and breadth between us and it, stood with arms akimbo, expanding his chest, and gazing round him as if the house and all its appurtenances and contents were his own undisputed possessions.
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