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'There is room for you, Mr. Weyburn, said Aminta. Mrs. Pagnell puffed. 'I can't think we've room, my dear. I want that bit of seat in front for my feet. Morsfield kicked at his horse's flanks, and between Weyburn and the chariot step, cried: 'Back, sir! His reins were seized; the horse reared, the unexpected occurred. Weyburn shouted 'Off! to the postillion, and jumped in.
'They fought with foils, buttons off, preliminary ceremonies perfect; salute in due order; guard, and at it. Odd thing was, nobody at Chiallo's had a notion of the business till Morsfield was pinked. He wouldn't be denied; went to work like a fellow meaning to be skewered, if he couldn't do the trick: and he tried it. May had been practising some weeks. He's well on the Continent by this time.
Morsfield declared himself incapable of turning and meeting that chariot. He sighed heavily. Cumnock offered to cheer him with a song of Captain Chanter's famous collection, if he liked; but Morsfield gesticulated abhorrence, and set out at a trot. Song in defeat was a hiss of derision to him. He had failed.
Amy May, who was only the daughter of a half-pay naval captain, and that Marquis of Collestou, who would, they say, decorate her with his title to-morrow, if her husband were but somewhere else. She spread all sorts of report, about Mr. Morsfield, and he was honour itself in his reserve about her.
'Yes, he wouldn't write more; said Mrs. Lawrence, nodding. 'You know, he would have had to do it himself if it had not been done for him. Adder saw him some days back in a brown consultation near his club with Captain May. Oh, but of course it was accident! Did he call it so in his letter to you? 'One word of Mr. Morsfield: he is wounded?
He has a poor digestion, and he will eat cheese. The Welsh rabbit chased him into his bed. But listen to me, dear, about your Morsfield. I told you he was dangerous. 'He is not my Morsfield, said Aminta. 'Beware of his having a tool in Paggy. He boasts of letters. 'Mine? Two: and written to request him to cease writing to me. 'He stops at nothing.
Morsfield was left to the shaking of a dusty coat, while the chariot rolled its gentle course down the leafy lane into the high-road. His friend had seized the horse's bridle-reins; and he remarked: 'I say, Dolf, we don't prosper to-day. 'He pays for it! said Morsfield, foot in stirrup. 'You'll take him and trounce him at the inn. I don't fight with servants. Better game.
Why chastize that man Morsfield at all? Calling him out would give a further dip to the name of Ormont. A pretty idea, to be punishing a roan for what you thank him for! He did a service; and if he's as mad about her as he boasts, he can take her and marry her now Rowsley 's free of her. Morsfield says he wants to marry her wants nothing better. Then let him.
Morsfield, "Dangerous man to play little games with!" It had brought upon her this letter of declaration, proposal, entreaty. This letter was the man's life in her hands, and safe, of course. But surely it was a proof that the man loved her?
Morsfield was left to the shaking of a dusty coat, while the chariot rolled its gentle course down the leafy lane into the high-road. His friend had seized the horse's bridle-reins; and he remarked: 'I say, Dolf, we don't prosper to-day. 'He pays for it! said Morsfield, foot in stirrup. 'You'll take him and trounce him at the inn. I don't fight with servants. Better game.
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