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Sir Carey complained that it was bad diplomacy, but he was devoted to his wife, and even secretly loved her characteristic selfishness. "Let Dion Leith come and I'll cast my mantle over him for your sake, Cynthia. You are a remarkable woman." "Why?" But Lady Ingleton did not say why. There were immense reticences between her and Cynthia Clarke. Dion left Hughes's Hotel and went to Buyukderer.
He must have had a very high opinion of him to associate him with Mrs Ingleton and me in the guardianship. I take it, by the way, that hardly extends beyond his present duties as tutor." "That's just it," said Mr Pottinger. "According to the will, he has the right to participate in every action taken by the other trustees, either as regards the boy, or the estate, or anything else."
"I really thought at that time it would be possible to assist him to get back into life, what we understand by life. You helped me like a true friend." "Oh, I really did nothing." "You enabled me to continue my acquaintance with him here," said Mrs. Clarke inflexibly. Lady Ingleton was silent, and Mrs. Clarke continued: "You know what I did, my efforts to interest him in all sorts of things.
Bradley as Lord Ingleton; she confided to Stephen that that was what she called real wickedness, the kind that did the most harm, and invited him, by inference, to a liberal judgment of stupid sinners. He sat emitting short unsmiling sentences with eyes nervously fugitive from Lady Dolly's too proximate opulence until the third act began.
I'm sorry if I've been rude in speaking it, but I sometimes forget that you don't understand what we're saying. It comes naturally to me. I'll try to remember." "Remember you're an Ingleton, and the owner of English property," urged Everard. "Now you're at Casa Bianca I don't believe you ever give a thought to the Chase!" "Yes, I do! Oftener than you suppose.
Roger himself, with that waywardness of the attention which afflicts us even in the gravest acts of our life, found himself listening to the words in a sort of dream, while his mind was occupied in reading over to himself the names of his ancestors inscribed on the panels of the vault. "John Ingleton of Maxfield Manor, who died ye ninth day of June, 1760, aetat 74.
The tutor was inexorable, and, fortified by the joint authority of Mrs Ingleton and Dr Brandram, carried the day. He had also an unexpected ally in Miss Rosalind. "Don't be obstinate, Roger," said she. "The three Fates are too many for you; and don't sulk, whatever you do, there's a dear boy, but make yourself nice and propose to take Tom and Jill and me across to Pulpit Island to-morrow.
Mrs Ingleton kept her room; the domestics took the occasion to neglect their work, and Roger Ingleton, minor, passed through all the stages from inconsolable misery to subdued cheerfulness. Mr Armstrong alone went through no stages, but remained the same unimpassioned individual he had been ever since he became a member of the Maxfield household.
Halliday, and how far Lord Ingleton would accompany. When Lord Ingleton paused, as it were, to beg four people to "have nothing to do with sentiment it so often leads to conviction," and the house murmured its amusement, Arnold shifted his shoulders impatiently. "How inconsistent," Lord Ingleton reproached Mrs.
Or was it the complacent man with the expansive presence and leonine head, who smoked a big cigar and was exchanging a few effusive farewells with a small group of fellow- voyagers? Roger accosted one of the stewards "Will you please tell Captain Oliphant that Mr Roger Ingleton is on board, with Mr Armstrong, and would like to see him?"
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