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Winchester, McBean, O'Leary, and Clinch attended his funeral, quite as a matter of course. They had proved themselves worthy to be there; but many others insisted on being of the party.
As they rode after it, "You fight too fast, sir," says O'Connor with a grin. "I have remarked it before." Captain McBean 'was still something out of countenance. "Who would have thought he had a mother here?" he growled. "Oh, faith, you did not suppose the old Colonel brought him forth like Jove plucking Minerva out of his swollen head." "I did not, Patrick, you loon.
"It's that ill-cleakit witch, Erne McBean, that makes Nanny speak so doleful," Sanders told me. "There was to be a prayer-meeting last nicht, but Mr. Dishart never came to 't, though they rang till they wraxed their arms; and now Effie says it'll ring on by itsel' till he's brocht hame a corp. The hellicat says the rain's a dispensation to drown him in for neglect o' duty.
It was not till they were riding through the wood that McBean spoke: "Patrick, my man, would you say that Harry Boyce is the man to marry wisely and well?" "Faith, I believe he would not be doing anything wisely. That same is his charm." "Tiens, it begins now to be ugly. Why must the boy be married at all, mordieu?" "It will be in his nature," says O'Connor. "And likely to a shrew."
"Aye, aye, I'm thinking we'll explain ourselves. Will you walk, sir?" "If you please." Captain McBean took his arm, said over his shoulder to the two seconds "To-morrow," and marched off with him. Once they were out in the street, "So you are Colonel Noll Boyce's son," says Captain McBean with an odd look. "He has often told me so." "If you had not such a look of him I wouldn't believe it.
"Hark in your ear," says McBean. "You're a lewd, cowardly scoundrel, Mr. Waverton." Mr. Waverton glared at him, stepped back and turned on Alison. "Pray, ma'am, control your bullies. I desire to leave your house!" "Let him be, sir," Alison stood up. "Leave us, if you please, I have to speak with him." "You have not," McBean frowned. "The affair is out of your hands. Come, sir, march.
"From which hand?" Geoffrey flicked at the empty sleeve. "Nay, faith, it suits madame well, the left-handed champion." Mr. Hadley turned on his heel. "Pray, ma'am, leave us. This is become my affair." "I have not done with him yet," Alison said. But the door was opened for the servant to say: "Captain Hector McBean, Mr.
He'll be here soon enough. It's but a step to Chancery Lane. He knows more of wounds than any man in the town." Colonel Boyce was for a moment speechless. "I shall send for Dr. Radcliffe and Sir Samuel Garth," says he majestically. "I wish you good night, sir." "I believe they have sense enough to do no harm," said McBean. "And now, Boyce, a word with you. Not in the street."
The windows had their shutters closed and barred. "What's your will, sir?" says the man who let him in. "The master of the house, if you please," Two other men lounged into the hall. "And your name, sir?" "You may say that I came from Captain McBean." The man appeared to think it over. "That's true enough, faith," says another, advancing out of the shadow.
He and some others which have escaped stabbed my son who lies there. I am Colonel Boyce at the Blue House in St. Martin's Lane." The wretched Ben was haled off, groaning. Harry, lifeless still and bleeding, for all McBean's work, they lifted and carried away to his father's lodging. "What's your Waverton in this, sir?" says McBean. "The silly gentleman wanted Harry's wife.
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