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Montenero, asked him what he had to say in his defence. "Sir," said Mr.
It passed off nothing more was done at that time. Mr. Montenero, before he left the house, made inquiries who Fowler was learned that she had been, for many years, a servant in the Harrington family, children's maid. Her evidence, and that of the apothecary who had attended me in my extraordinary illness, agreed; and there seemed no reason to suspect its truth.
I named the next day at one o'clock. Mr. Montenero then took his leave, and as the door closed after him, I stood before my mother, as if waiting for judgment; she was silent. "Don't you think him agreeable, ma'am?" "Very agreeable." "I knew you would think so, my dear mother; an uncommonly agreeable man." "But " "But what, ma'am?" "But so much the worse." "How so, ma'am?
Just at this moment my mother entered the room. Advancing towards Mr. Montenero, she said, with a gracious smile, "You need not introduce us to each other, my dear Harrington, for I am sure that I have the pleasure of seeing Mr. Clive, from India." "Mr. Montenero, from America, ma'am." "Mr. Montenero! I am happy to have the honour the pleasure I am very happy "
Montenero, at the first pause of silence, addressed himself in his most persuasive tone to me. "Mr. Harrington good Mr. Harrington I have a favour to ask from you." "A favour! from me! Oh! name it," cried I: "What pleasure I shall have in granting it!" "Perhaps not. You will not have pleasure immediate pleasure in granting it: it will cost you present pain."
Miss Montenero had not yet seen the Tower, and Mowbray engaged himself to be of our party. But at the same time, he privately begged me to keep it a dead secret from his sister. Lady Anne, he said, would never cease to ridicule him, if she were to hear of his going to the Tower, after having been too lazy to go with her, and all the fashionable world, the night before, to the Fantoccini.
All which observations and questions the apothecary seemed discreetly and mysteriously to evade answering. Fowler confessed that she could not get out on this occasion the whole of what she had been instructed to say, because Miss Montenero grew so pale, they thought she would have dropped on the floor. The apothecary pretended to think the young lady had been made sick by the smell of the shop.
"Though" Gratitude, joy, love, so overwhelmed me at this moment, that I could not say another syllable; but it was enough for Mr. Montenero, deeply read as he was in the human heart. "Why did not I spare you the pain?" repeated he. "And do you think that the trial cost me, cost us no pain?" said Mr. Montenero. "The time may come when, as my son, you may perhaps learn from Berenice "
Montenero and his daughter, digressed into a subject utterly uninteresting to me, and would explain to us the reasons why Mr. Alderman Coates and Mr. Peter Coates her son were not this night of her party.
Vanity, in some form, he was from experience convinced must be the ruling passion of the female heart and vanity is so accessible, so easily managed. Miss Montenero was a stranger, a Jewess, just entering into the fashionable world just doubting, as he understood, whether she should make London her future residence, or return to her retirement in the wilds of America.
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