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She walked on the terrace with him near upon sunset, and said, 'The position Captain Beauchamp is in here is most unfair to him. 'There's nothing unfair in the lion's den, said Stukely Culbrett; adding, 'Now, observe, Miss Halkett; he talks for effect. He discovers that Lespel is a Torified Whig; but that does not make him a bit more alert. It's to say smart things.
Seymour Austin declared to be the most delusive of electoral auspices; and it proved so. A little later than four o'clock in the afternoon of the election-day, Cecilia received a message from her father telling her that both of the Liberals were headed; 'Beauchamp nowhere. Mrs. Grancey Lespel was the next herald of Beauchamp's defeat.
Culbrett, 'Don't frighten the women, satisfied him, though why it should he could not have imagined. Mrs. Lespel quitted the breakfast-table before the setting in of the dangerous five minutes of conversation over its ruins, and spoke to her husband, who contested the necessity for secresy, but yielded to her judgement when it was backed by Stukely Culbrett.
I slept at Mount Laurels; went on purpose to have a peep. I'm bound for Itchincope. They've some grand procession in view there; Lespel wrote for my team; I suspect he's for starting some new October races. He talks of half-a-dozen drags. He must have lots of women there. I say, what a splendid creature Cissy Halkett has shot up! She topped the season this year, and will next.
And he, though individually he did not understand how there was to be game in the land if game-preserving was abolished, signed his name R. C. S. NEVIL BEAUCHAMP for Dr. SHRAPNEL, in the communications directed to solicitors of the persecutors of poachers. His behaviour to Grancey Lespel was eclipsed by his treatment of Captain Baskelett.
And then they fled, chased forth either by the brilliancy of the politically allusive epigrams profusely inscribed around them on the walls, or by the atmosphere. Mrs. Lespel gave her orders for the walls to be scraped, and said to Cecilia: 'A strange air to breathe, was it not? The less men and women know of one another, the happier for them. I knew my superstition was correct as a guide to me.
'Listen to him, if you do meet him, she replied. His look was rather grave. 'Lespel 's a Whig, he said. The colonel answered. 'Lespel was a Whig. Once a Tory always a Tory, but court the people and you're on quicksands, and that's where the Whigs are. What he is now I don't think he knows himself. You won't get a vote. Cecilia watched her friend Nevil recovering from his short fit of gloom.
At night, candle in hand, on the corridor, her father told her he had come across Grancey Lespel in Bevisham, and heard what he had not quite relished of the Countess of Romfrey. The glittering of Cecilia's eyes frightened him.
I call his treatment of Grancey Lespel anything but gentlemanly. This is the sort of fellow my girl worships! What can I do? I can't interdict the house to him: it would only make matters worse. Thank God, the fellow hangs fire somehow, and doesn't come to me. I expect it every day, either in a letter or the man in person.
You tried to get that man Dollikins from me in the Tory interest. 'I mean to keep him out of Radical clutches. Now that 's the truth. They came up to the group by the open window, still conversing hotly, indifferent to listeners. 'You won't keep him from me; I have him, said Beauchamp. 'You delude yourself; I have his promise, his pledged word, said Grancey Lespel.
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