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He arrived; paid off the duns a kindness which seriously embarrassed him swore, scolded, and cried; and finally insisted that Legard should give up that d -d coxcomb regiment, in which he was now captain, retire on half-pay, and learn economy and a change of habits on the Continent. The admiral, a rough but good-natured man on the whole, had two or three little peculiarities.
As you say, I ought to cultivate his acquaintance." "Fine character!" "Very!" said Legard, with energy, as he abruptly quitted the room. George Legard was an orphan. His father the admiral's elder brother had been a spendthrift man of fashion, with a tolerably large unentailed estate. He married a duke's daughter without a sixpence. Estates are troublesome, Mr. Legard's was sold.
There was a young gentleman present, who, I think, Vargrave might really find a dangerous rival, a Colonel Legard, one of the handsomest men I ever saw in my life; just the style to turn a romantic young lady's head; a mixture of the wild and the thoroughbred; black curls, superb eyes, and the softest manners in the world. But, to be sure, he has lived all his life in the best society.
He found the former, who had not forgotten the cautions of Vargrave, at first cold and distant; but partly from the indolent habit of submitting to Legard's dictates on matters of taste, partly from a liking to his society, and principally from the popular suffrages of fashion, which had always been accorded to Legard, and which were nowadays diminished by the news of his accession of fortune, Lord Doltimore, weak and vain, speedily yielded to the influences of his old associate, and Legard became quietly installed as the enfant de la maison.
I AM forfeited to eternal disgrace if you do not commiserate. ...... Go to, then, raise, recover. BEN JONSON: Poetaster. THE next morning Admiral Legard and his nephew were conversing in the little cabin consecrated by the name of the admiral's "own room."
He narrated his interview with Legard at Dover; and, passing lightly over what had chanced at Venice, dwelt with generous eloquence on the magnanimity with which his rival's gratitude had been displayed. Evelyn's eyes sparkled, and the smile just visited the rosy lips and vanished again.
My only fear is that Legard and the rest think they are really living with these people. They are not doing that; they are only being roped in for the fun of the performance. These charming ladies just ensnare the big people, make them chatter, and then get together, as they did to-day, and compare the locks of hair they have snipped from their Samsons.
Measure for Measure. Abbess. And in assemblies too. Comedy of Errors. IT was true, as Maltravers had stated, that Legard had of late been little at Lady Doltimore's, or in the same society as Evelyn. With the vehemence of an ardent and passionate nature, he yielded to the jealous rage and grief that devoured him.
Otherwise hoping, no doubt against hope, dreading above all things a quarrel and final separation, she submitted unconditionally. And from the time of that evening, when Legard and I had overheard her parting words, Jack never saw her again until the last and final catastrophe. "It was in July. My parents had returned to England, but had come straight on here.
And Vargrave closed the door. "Legard go to Paris not if Evelyn goes there!" muttered Lumley. "Besides, I want no partner in the little that one can screw out of this blockhead." MR. BUMBLECASE, a word with you I have a little business. Farewell, the goodly Manor of Blackacre, with all its woods, underwoods, and appurtenances whatever. WYCHERLEY: Plain Dealer.
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