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I am, Sir, your most humble servant, A. Marriot. What a scene of fraud, double-dealing, and iniquity was here laid open! Cecilia, who at first meant to read every thing aloud, found the attempt utterly vain, for so much was she shocked, that she could hardly read on to herself. Last of all appeared a paper in Mr Harrel's own hand-writing, containing these words.
"I b'lieve I told ye 'twas in our family. I wish you could have met my uncle, Mis' Marriot, died on his ninety-second birthday, and had writ a long piece on each birthday for a matter of forty year. That ther man was talented, I tell ye. There wasn't no occasion he couldn't write a piece onto.
Sir Robert and Mr Marriot, confounded though enraged, saw their departure in passive silence: the right of attendance they had so tenaciously denied to each other, here admitted not of dispute: Delvile upon this occasion, appeared as the representative of his father, and his authority seemed the authority of a guardian.
When the servants retired, Mr Delvile told her that he had that morning received two visits upon her account, both from admirers, who each pretended to having had leave to wait upon her from Mr Harrel. He then named Sir Robert Floyer and Mr Marriot.
"Honestly," Pettigrew said, "I don't think she believed a word I told her." "If she had only been a man," Marriot sighed, "we could have got round her." "How?" asked Pettigrew. "Why, of course," said Marriot, "we could have sent her a tin of the Arcadia." The night of my last smoke drew near without any demonstration on my part or on that of my friends.
Ethel was in her aunt's room, comfortably wrapped in a pink kimono, when she asked this question. "What do you think of it, Ethel?" "I am not sure." "The dinner was well served." "Yes. Who was the little dark man you talked with, aunt?" "He was a Mr. Marriot, a banker, and a friend of Bryce Denning's. He is a fresh addition to society, I think.
Sir Robert Floyer perceiving their mutual uneasiness, proposed to escort them home himself; and Cecilia, notwithstanding her aversion to him, was listening to the scheme, when Mr Marriot, who had been evidently provoked and disconcerted since the junction of the Baronet, suspecting what was passing, offered his services also, and in a tone of voice that did not promise a very quiet acquiescence in a refusal.
Mr Marriot, looking openly at Cecilia as his inducement, though evidently regarding himself as an injured man, hesitated a moment, yet accepted the invitation. "To supper?" cried Mrs Harrel, "what here?" "To supper?" repeated Cecilia, "and how are we to get home?" "Think not of that these two hours," answered he; "come, let us look for a box."
When Boyle and Marriot had discovered the relation between the density of gases and the pressures they are subject to; and when it thus became possible to calculate the rate of decreasing density in the upper parts of the atmosphere, it also became possible to make approximate tables of the atmospheric refraction of light. Thus optics, and with it astronomy, advanced with barology.
Cecilia now, dreading how his speech might be answered, prevented its being finished, and with an air of the most spirited dignity, said, "Is it possible, sir, that at a time such as this, you should not be wholly indifferent to a matter so frivolous? little indeed will be the pleasure which our society can afford! your dispute however, has given it some importance, and therefore Mr Marriot must accept my thanks for his civility, and excuse me for retracting my consent."
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