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The first year, nothing under an earl; the second, nothing under a baron. It will be full four years before she comes down to a commoner. Mr. Hazeldean's danger is of another kind. He lives much with men who are not exactly /mauvais ton/, but certainly not of the best taste. Yet he is very young; he may extricate himself, leaving half his fortune behind him. What, he nods to you! You know him?"
With his strong sense he must acquire that information, sooner or later; for he is fond of power; and, sir, knowledge is power!" "Very true, very fine saying," quoth the poor squire, unsuspiciously, as Randal's eye rested on Mr. Hazeldean's open face, and then glanced towards Frank, who looked sad and bored.
The abode that looked so cheerless, and which had so evidently hung long on hand, was the property of Squire Hazeldean. He left an only daughter and sole heiress, who married Squire Hazeldean's father; and since that time, the house, abandoned by its proprietors for the larger residence of the Hazeldeans, had been uninhabited and neglected.
Hazeldean's favourite epithet for Mrs. Dale was poor, and that for reasons to be explained hereafter. "I fear my wife has got one of her bad headaches, but I will give her your kind message, and at all events you may depend upon me." "That's right," said the squire; "in half an hour, eh?
Upon which occasions Captain Barnabas, with great goodhumour, always echoed both the squire's Ho, ho, ho! and Mrs. Hazeldean's Ha, ha, ha! Not so the parson. He had so keen and sportsmanlike an interest in the game, that even his adversaries' mistakes ruffled him.
"What Is your name, pray? What's your bizness?" "My name is Randal Leslie, and my business was to visit your master's family, that is, if you are, as I guess from your manner, Mr. Hazeldean's ploughman!"
RANDAL. "No, no, Levy must be wrong." BARON. "My dear Leslie, a man of Mr. Hazeldean's time of life cannot have your romantic boyish notions. He must allow that Frank has acted in this like a lad of sense very good head for business has my young friend Frank! And the best thing Mr. Hazeldean can do is quietly to buy up the post-obit, and thus he will place his son henceforth in his power."
"/Cospetto!/" said Riccabocca, "you contrive to put every experience of yours to some use, even your journey on Mr. Hazeldean's pad. And I now see why, in this little world of a village, you have picked up so general an acquaintance with life." "Did you ever read White's' Natural History of Selborne'?" "No."
The morning after this visit of Frank Hazeldean's to Rood Hall, the Right Honourable Audley Egerton, member of parliament, privy councillor, and minister of a high department in the State, just below the rank of the cabinet, was seated in his library, awaiting the delivery of the post, before he walked down to his office.
"Giacomo," said Riccabocca, as he drew on his nightcap, and stepped majestically into the four-posted bed, "I think we shall get that boy for the garden now!" Thus each spurred his hobby, or drove her car, round the Hazeldean whirligig. Whatever, may be the ultimate success of Miss Jemima Hazeldean's designs upon Dr.
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