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'The very gracefullest of chimney-pots-is he not? says the Countess to Harry, whose immense guffaw fails not to apprise Laxley that something has been said of him, for in his dim state of consciousness absence of the power of retort is the prominent feature, and when he has the suspicion of malicious tongues at their work, all he can do is silently to resent it.
'What bet? asked Laxley. 'About the profession? A stream of colour shot over Rose's face. Her eyes flew nervously from Laxley to Evan, and then to Drummond. Laxley appeared pleased as a man who has made a witty sally: Evan was outwardly calm, while Drummond replied to the mute appeal of Rose, by saying: 'Yes; we've all lost. But who could hit it? The lady admits no sovereign in our sex.
'This 'letter addressed to Lawson, telling him that his wife is here, is in your handwriting, Ferdinand. I don't say you wrote it I don't think you could have written it. But, to tell you the truth, I have an unpleasant impression about it, and I think we had better shake hands and not see each other for some time. Laxley, after one denial of his guilt, disdained to repeat it.
'This 'letter addressed to Lawson, telling him that his wife is here, is in your handwriting, Ferdinand. I don't say you wrote it I don't think you could have written it. But, to tell you the truth, I have an unpleasant impression about it, and I think we had better shake hands and not see each other for some time. Laxley, after one denial of his guilt, disdained to repeat it.
Jack dallied with the imputation, but denied his guilt. 'No; it wasn't your voice, continued the landlady. 'A parcel of young puppies calling themselves gentlemen! I know him. It's that young Mr. Laxley: and he the nephew of a Bishop, and one of the Honourables! and then the poor gals get the blame. I call it a shame, I do.
Evan bowed, and moved beside him a short way down the lane, Harry following. 'The purport of my visit, sir, Laxley began, 'was to make known to you that Miss Jocelyn has done me the honour to accept me as her husband. I learn from her that during the term of your residence in the house, you contrived to extract from her a promise to which she attaches certain scruples.
'Look here, Rose, said Laxley; 'I meet him, he insults me, and to get out of the consequences tells me he's the son of a tailor, and a tailor himself; knowing that it ties my hands. Very well, he puts himself hors de combat to save his bones. Let him unsay it, and choose whether he 'll apologize or not, and I'll treat him accordingly.
To show how concisely women can narrate when they feel warmer, Polly started off: 'So, you know, Mr. Harrington, Mr. Laxley said he said to Miss Rose, "You have taken her brother, and she has taken yours." And Miss Rose said, "That was her own business, and nobody else's." And Mr. Laxley said, "He was glad she thought it a fair exchange." I heard it all!
The Countess, though she hated Mr. George infinitely, was clear-headed enough to see that Providence alone was trying her. No glances were exchanged between him and Laxley, or Drummond. Again Mel returned to his peace, and again he had to come forth. 'Who was this singular man you were speaking about just now? Mrs. Evremonde asked. Lady Jocelyn answered her: 'The light of his age.
'Why, if I were to tell my Miss Rose some things of him, Polly went on, 'she'd never so much as speak to him another instant. 'What did he say? Evan repeated. 'I hate him! cried Polly. 'It's Mr. Laxley that misleads Mr. Harry, who has got his good nature, and means no more harm than he can help. Oh, I didn't hear what he said of you, sir.
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