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Meryon, who alone of her English attendants remained with her, Mrs. Fry having withdrawn to more congenial scenes long since. The doctor was a poor-spirited and muddle-headed man, but he was a good listener; and there he sat while that extraordinary talk flowed on talk that scaled the heavens and ransacked the earth, talk in which memories of an abolished past stories of Mr.
Lady Hester having apparently decided to spend the remainder of her days in Syria, Dr. Meryon informed her that he was anxious to return to his own country, but that he would not leave her until a substitute had been engaged. Accordingly, Giorgio, the Greek interpreter, was despatched to England to engage the doctor's successor, and to execute a number of commissions for his mistress.
In vain Lady Hester tried to frighten Mrs. Meryon into consenting to her husband's departure by assuring her that there were Dervishes who could inflict all sorts of evil on her by means of charms, if she persisted in her refusal. Mrs. Meryon quietly replied that her husband could go if he chose, but that it would not be with her goodwill.
Why won't the neighbourhood call on you why do you have disreputable people to stay with you? It is all so foolish!" she said, with childish and yet passionate emphasis. "You needn't do it!" Meryon had turned rather white. "When you grow a little older," he said severely, "you will know better than to believe all the gossip you hear. I choose the friends that suit me and the life too.
As her income barely sufficed for her own expenditure, she resolved to ask the English Government to pay the cost of her search, holding that the honour which would thereby accrue to the English name was a sufficient justification for her demand. 'I shall beg of you, she said to Dr. Meryon, 'to keep a regular account of every article, and will then send in my bill to Government by Mr.
"Yes, I certainly would not go sight-seeing with the Meryon crowd. Tell me what you felt when you saw it first." "I went with Sir John's uncle. He was a great traveler. The colour struck me dumb. It flames it sings. Think of the grey pinched life in the West!
A Dutch seventeenth-century etcher and draughtsman, Reiner Zeeman by name, attracted him. He copied, too, Ducereau and Nicolle. "An etching by the latter of a riverside view through the arch of a bridge is like a link between Meryon and Piranesi," says D.S. MacColl. Meryon also studied under the tuition of a painter named Phelippes.
As if she didn't know a great deal more of the world than her stupid sisters did, who never read a book or thought of anything beyond the tittle-tattle of their few local friends. But Philip Meryon had read lots of books, and liked those that she liked. He could read French too, as she could.
My strong belief is that Philip Meryon is either married already, or so entangled that he has no right to ask any decent woman to marry him. I have suspected it a long time. Now you force me to prove it." Hester turned her head away. "He told me I wasn't to believe what you said about him!" she said in her most obstinate voice. "Very well. Then I must set at once about proving it.
And turning her back upon him without any further ceremony, she walked quickly along the stream toward the little bridge which Meynell had pointed out. "Congratulations!" said Meryon, with a mocking wave of the hand to the Rector, who made no reply. He ran to catch up Mary, and the two joined the girl in white at the bridge.
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