Heleigh will not grace the ceremony with his presence?" They understood each other, these two. Lord Rokesle grinned, and in a few words told the ecclesiastic of the trick which had insured the absence of the other guests; and Simon Orts also grinned, but respectfully, the grin, of the true lackey wearing his master's emotions like his master's clothes, at second-hand.
CLAIRE, sister to de Puysange, a woman of beauty and resolution, of a literal humor. ATTENDANTS, BRIGANDS, and DRAGOONS; and, in the Proem, LORD HUMPHREY DEGGE and LADY MARIAN HELEIGH. First at Dover, thence shifting to Bellegarde-en-Poictesme and the adjacent country. PROEM: More Properly an Apologue, and Treats of the Fallibility of Soap
But it is all folly, Harry Heleigh. Purses, titles, blue ribbons, and the envy of our fellows are the toys which we struggle for, we sensible men; and in the end we find them only toys, and, gaining them, we gain only weariness. And love, too, is a toy; but, gaining love, we gain, at least, a temporary happiness. There is the difference, Harry Heleigh."
"Harry Heleigh, Harry Heleigh!" he cried, as he strode across the terrace, and caught Lord Brudenel roughly by the shoulder, "are you not content to go to your grave without killing another woman? Oh, you dotard miser! you haberdasher! haven't I offered you money, an isn't money the only thing you are now capable of caring for? Give the girl to Degge, you huckster!"
Is this not what you are about to tell me?" "Yes," she answered. "Well, you may spare yourself the pains of such unprofitable lying. That Marian Heleigh should have been guilty of a vulgar liaison with, an actor is to me, who know her, unthinkable. No, madam! It was fear, not love, which drove you hither to-night, and now a baser terror urges you to screen yourself by vilifying her.
The oldest son, Thomas, born 1531, had been killed in Wyatt's Rebellion in 1554; the second, George, born 1526, with a marked look of the King, was, in February, 1556, stabbed in a disreputable tavern brawl. Now we have to do with the tenth Marquis of Falmouth's suit for the hand of Lady Ursula Heleigh, the Earl of Brudenel's co-heiress.
Considering for a moment, she added, "You may come, too, if you like." But the concession was made so half-heartedly that in the instant the Duke of Ormskirk raised a dissenting hand. "I would not annoy you for an emperor's ransom. Go in peace, my child." Lady Marian Heleigh stood at an opening in the yew-hedge and regarded him for a lengthy interval in silence.
If you have lived, take thankfully the past; Make, as you can, the sweet remembrance last. If you have not enjoyed what youth could give, But life sunk through you, like a leaky sieve." EARL OF BRUDENEL, father to Lady Marian Heleigh, who has retired sometime into the country. LORD HUMPHREY DEGGE, a gamester, and Ormskirk's hireling. MR. LANGTON, secretary to Ormskirk.
LADY MARIAN HELEIGH, betrothed to Ormskirk, a young, beautiful girl of a mild and tender disposition. The east terrace of Halvergate House. PROEM: Apologia pro Auctore It occurs to me that we here assume intimacy with a man of unusual achievement, and therefore tread upon quaggy premises.
Everywhere people were having emotions which Ormskirk envied. He had so few emotions nowadays. Even all this posturing and talk about Alison Heleigh in which he had just indulged began to savor somehow of play-acting. He had loved Alison, of course, and that which he had said was true enough in a way, but, after all, he had over-colored it.