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Lord Ipsden stepped forward; the people tacitly accepted him as the vehicle of their curiosity. "Who was it, Christie?" "I dinna ken, for my pairt!" Mrs. Gatty came out of the house. "A handsome young fellow, I hope, Christie?" resumed Lord Ipsden. "Ye maun ask Flucker," was the reply. "I could no tak muckle notice, ye ken," putting her hand before her eye, and half smiling. "Well!
"Christie Johnstone, what can these people live on? two hundred a year? living is cheap here confound the wind!" "Twahundred? Fifty! Vile count." "Don't call me vile count. I am Ipsden, and my name's Richard. Now, then, be smart with your names." Three men stepped forward, gave their names, had their widows provided for, and went for their sou'westers, etc. "Stay," said Lord Ipsden, writing.
Carlyle's saints. Then they went back a century or two, and were eloquent about the great antique heart, and the beauty of an age whose samples were Abbot Sampson and Joan of Arc. Lord Ipsden hated argument; but jealousy is a brass spur, it made even this man fluent for once.
"Yes! but we need not trouble our heads about that the seconds undertake everything." Gatty. "I have no pistols." Ipsden. "If you will do me the honor to use one of mine, it shall be at your service." Gatty. "Thank you." Ipsden. "To-morrow morning?" Gatty. "No. I have four days' painting to do on my picture, I can't die till it is finished; Friday morning." Ipsden.
"Mind, Ipsden, you are a man of property, and there are such things as commissions de lunatico." Lady Bar. "His defense will be that his friends pronounced him insane." Ips. "No; I shall subpoena Talbot's fiddle, cross-examination will get nothing out of that but, do, re, mi, fa." Lady Bar. "Yes, it will; fa, mi, re, do." Tal. "Violin, if you please." Lady Bar. "Ask Fiddle's pardon, directly."
And now dead silence. The boat is within fifty yards, they are all three consulting together round the mast; an error now is death; his forehead only seems above water. "If they miss him on that tack?" said Lord Ipsden, significantly, to Liston. "He'll never see London Brigg again," was the whispered reply.
He had touched the trigger as well as the cock, so off went the barker; and after a considerable pause the field-marshal sprang yelling into the air. "Hallo!" cried Mr. Gatty. "Ah! oh! I'm a dead man," whined the general. "Nonsense!" said Ipsden, after a moment of anxiety. "Give yourself no concern, sir," said he, soothingly, to his antagonist "a mere accident. Mare'chal, reload Mr.
A halo surrounds her we love, and makes beautiful to us her movements, her looks, her virtues, her faults, her nonsense, her affectation and herself; and that's love, doctor! Lord Ipsden was capable of loving like this; but, to do Lady Barbara justice, she had done much to freeze the germ of noble passion; she had not killed, but she had benumbed it.
Lord Ipsden gave him ten pounds more! Next week, Saunders, entering Harvey's house, found him in bed at noon, because he had no clothes to wear. Saunders suggested that it would be better to give his wife the next money, with strict orders to apply it usefully. This was done!
They were both very grateful to Newhaven; when they married they vowed to visit it twice a year, and mingle a fortnight's simple life with its simple scenes; but four years have passed, and they have never been there again, and I dare say never will; but when Viscount Ipsden falls in with a brother aristocrat who is crushed by the fiend ennui, he remembers Aberford, and condenses his famous recipe into a two-edged hexameter, which will make my learned reader laugh, for it is full of wisdom: "Diluculo surgas! miseris succurrere discas!!"
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