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Bathurst was negative, a pleasing man; and I have heard no ill of Marchmont; and then always saying, "I do not value you for being a Lord;" which was a sure proof that he did . I never say, I do not value Boswell more for being born to an estate, because I do not care. BOSWELL. 'Nor for being a Scotchman? JOHNSON. 'Nay, Sir, I do value you more for being a Scotchman.
"The saints forbid," laughed Vaura, "that I should put the surgical knife, as it were, to my heart, and lay bare all its latent workings for the express delectation of five o'clock teas and women!" "Oh! do, dear Miss Vernon," said Miss Marchmont coaxingly, "your heart would be so interesting." The gentlemen laughed.
"You're like a man who can't get a cab and misses his appointment sooner than ride in a 'bus." "I suppose so and I'm much obliged to you. But well, you can argue against what a man does, but what's the use arguing against what he is?" "No; he himself's the only man who can do that," said the Dean, but he knew as well as Marchmont himself that such an argument would never be victorious.
Marchmont welcomed him with as much warmth as she ever permitted herself to show. She was a good and kind lady at heart, only she insisted upon covering the natural bloom and beauty of her nature with the artificial enamel of mannerism and conventionality.
This unexpected retort threw both Hemstead and Lottie into disastrous confusion, which Mrs, Marchmont was not slow to observe, and which was not allayed by Mr. Dimmerly's cackling laugh, as he chuckled, "A well-flown arrow." "Well," said Hemstead, trying to laugh it off, "all I can say in self-defence is, that in either case my faint could not be spelled with an e.
"Not exactly pretty," said Agnes, "but hers is a fine face." "Ah! she has not colour enough to be pretty. She is much too pale, poor dear, but some people say that is aristocratic. And she is like her cousin, Lady Marchmont, the beauty. Do you know Lady Marchmont?" "I used to know her as a girl." "Ah! she is very handsome, and so much the fashion.
They're the dogmatic party nowadays, and they'll be just as ready to manage your soul for you as they are your property." "That's just what I don't mean to do," said Dick obstinately. But he looked a little uncomfortable. It was important to preserve the attitude that fighting the Radicals was no part of the scheme of the Crusade. Marchmont smiled at the Dean across the table.
The worst terror of all, at which her half-jesting words to Marchmont had hinted, came back as she murmured, "I wish we had more money." For money was necessary, as votes had been, and her eyes strayed to old Foster's portrait on the mantelpiece.
It was reported with such confidence as almost to enforce belief, that in the papers entrusted to his executors was found a defamatory Life of Swift, which he had prepared as an instrument of vengeance, to be used if any provocation should be ever given. About this I inquired of the Earl of Marchmont, who assured me that no such piece was among his remains.
"He's got some brains," Marchmont went on, "though of rather a flashy sort, I think. Dick Benyon's been caught by them. But a more impossible person I never met. You don't like him?" "Yes, I do," she answered defiantly. "At least I do every now and then."
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