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The deuce it was. I'll just appeal to you, Mr. Fairfield. We have been having sad riots in the shire, and the ringleader was just such another lad as you were!" LEONARD. "I am very much obliged to you, Mr. Hazeldean. In what respect?"
Hazeldean, turning to his son, who having got tired of the caricatures, had fished out for himself the great folio County History, which was the only book in the library that the squire much valued, and which he usually kept under lock and key, in his study, together with the field-books and steward's accounts, but which he had reluctantly taken into the drawing-room that day, in order to oblige Captain Higginbotham.
As for the stocks, its fate was now irrevocably sealed. In short, the marriage was concluded, first privately, according to the bridegrooms creed, by a Roman Catholic clergyman, who lived in a town some miles off, and next publicly in the village church of Hazeldean. It was the heartiest rural wedding!
Stirn, as he stood still, hat in hand, in the middle of the road, stung, humbled, and exasperated by the mortification he had received from the lips of Randal Leslie, would have felt that that young gentleman was the proper object of his resentment, yet such a breach of all the etiquette of diplomatic life as resentment towards a superior power was the last idea that would have suggested itself to the profound intellect of the premier of Hazeldean.
"My dear sir, I did not mean to imply that Frank would entertain the unnatural and monstrous idea of calculating on your death; and all we have to do is to get him to sow his wild oats as soon as possible, marry and settle down into the country. For it would be a thousand pities if his town habits and tastes grew permanent, a bad thing for the Hazeldean property, that!
Hazeldean what? you, too, condemn me, and unheard?" "Unheard! zounds, no! If you have anything to say, speak truth, and shame the devil." "I abet Frank's marriage! I sanction the post-obit! Oh!" cried Randal, clinging to a straw, "if Frank himself were but here!" Harley's compassion vanished before this sustained hypocrisy. "You wish for the presence of Frank Hazeldean? It is just."
Seating herself on a large chair in this sanctum, Mrs. Hazeldean looked formidably at home. "Pray," said the lady, coming at once to the point, with her usual straightforward candour, "what is all this you have been saying to my husband as to the possibility of Frank's marrying a foreigner?" RANDAL. "Would you be as averse to such a notion as Mr. Hazeldean is?"
Did you see much of Miss Hazeldean?" "Not so much as of the Lady." "Is she liked in the village, think you?" "Miss Jemima? Yes. She never did harm. Her little dog bit me once, she did not ask me to beg its pardon, she asked mine! She's a very nice young lady; the girls say she is very affable; and," added Lenny, with a smile, "there are always more weddings going on when she is down at the Hall."
Randal Leslie, on leaving Audley, repaired to Frank's lodgings, and after being closeted with the young Guardsman an hour or so, took his way to Limmer's hotel, and asked for Mr. Hazeldean. He was shown into the coffee-room, while the waiter went up-stairs with his card, to see if the squire was within, and disengaged.
Stirn having now got what he considered a complete and unconditional authority over all the legs and wrists of Hazeldean parish, /quoad/ the stocks, took his departure. "Randal," said Mrs. Leslie on this memorable Sunday, "Randal, do you think of going to Mr. Hazeldean's?" "Yes, ma'am," answered Randal. "Mr.
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