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However well he himself had got on in the world, he yet grudged the reputation of a man whom he had remembered a wayward, inexperienced boy: he did not love to hear any one praise Maltravers. He fancied, too, that this feeling was reciprocal, and that Maltravers was pained at hearing of any new step in his own career.
"Not while the engagement lasted," answered Maltravers; "not till one or the other had declined to fulfil it, and therefore left both free: but I trust it will be an alliance in which all but affection will be forgotten; that of honour alone would be but a harsh tie."
"Is this the promised end?" /Lear/. IT was two hours after that scene before Maltravers left the house. It was then just on the stroke of the first hour of morning. To him, while he walked through the streets, and the sharp winds howled on his path, it was as if a strange and wizard life had passed into and supported him a sort of drowsy, dull existence.
Evelyn spoke blushingly and timidly. Maltravers, despite his own tenets, was delighted with her reply. "You reason well," said he, with a smile. "But how are we sure that the results are such as you depict them? Civilization, enlightenment, they are vague terms, hollow sounds. Never fear that the world will reason as I do.
Cleggett I am practically certain that the box there, upon which Elmer is sitting, contains the body of Reginald Maltravers, natural son of the tenth Earl of Claiborne, and the cousin of my late husband, Sir Archibald Fairhaven." It was with the greatest difficulty that Cleggett repressed a start. Another man might have shown the shock he felt.
The wheels stopped again. Lights flitted across the basement story; and one above, more dim than the rest, shone palely from the room in which the sick man slept. The bell rang shrilly out from amidst the dark ivy that clung around the porch. The heavy door swung back Maltravers was on the threshold. His father lived was better was awake. The son was in the father's arms.
'I hope it is not Vere, said a little boy, with a tearful eye; 'he never lets any fellow bully me. 'Here is Maltravers, halloed out a boy; 'he knows something. 'Well, what do you know, Maltravers? 'I heard Boots at the Christopher say that an Eton fellow was drowned, and that he had seen a person who was there. 'Bring Boots here, said Sedgwick.
"You will pardon my intrusion," said the latter, with his usual frankness "but " "But what, sir? I am engaged." "I shall be very brief. Maltravers, you are my old friend. I retain regard and affection for you, though our different habits have of late estranged us. I come to you from my cousin from Florence there has been some misunderstanding between you.
This opportune audacity served at once to renew the charm that had been broken, to unite the stranger with the children. Here was acquaintance claimed and allowed in an instant. The next moment Maltravers was one of the circle, on the turf with the rest, as gay, and almost as noisy, that hard, proud man, so disdainful of the trifles of the world!
"Mark me, Lady Florence Lascelles," said he, very calmly, "you have now said what you can never recall. Neither in man nor in woman did Ernest Maltravers ever forget or forgive a sentence which accused him of dishonour. I bid you farewell for ever; and with my last words I condemn you to the darkest of all dooms the remorse that comes too late!"
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