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Appleton, and papa will be as angry as possible. 'But what has happened? asked Lily. 'Oh! that chatterer, that worst of gossipers, has gone and told the Naylors and Mrs. Gage all we said about them the other day. 'So you told Mrs. Appleton? said Lily; 'so that was the reason you were so obliging about the marking thread. Oh, Jane, you had better say no more about Mrs. Appleton!
"Well, mother, I am going away for a year, and during that time I shall forget the Naylors and they will forget me." "Whatever are you talking about, Harry Hatton? I will not hear of you going on such a journey no matter where to, so now you know." "It is John's advice." "It is very poor advice. For steady living in, there is no place like Yorkshire."
"But people often change their doctors, don't they? He thinks you're cleverer, I suppose, and I expect you are really." There was no use in expounding professional etiquette to Cynthia. Mary had to decide the point for herself, and quickly; the old man might be seriously ill. Beaumaroy had said at the Naylors' that his attacks were sometimes alarming.
Tomorrow they may be too late." "I don't look at things in that way, sir." "Jonathan, how do you look at the Naylors' proposal?" "As downright impudence. They hev the money to buy most things they want, but they hevn't the money among them all to buy a share in your grand old name and your well-known honorable business. I told Mr. Henry that." "However did the Naylors get at Mr. Henry?"
The Shoesmiths and Naylors who had been the aristocracy of City Merchants' fell into their place in my mind; they became an undistinguished mass on the more athletic side of Pinky Dinkyism, and their hostility to ideas and to the expression of ideas ceased to limit and trouble me.
I was in a passion myself, when I heard of their proposal downright impudence, I call it." "Nay, mother. They offered good money for what they asked. There was no impudence in that. It was just business." "Naylors have no good money, not they. The kind they do have would blacken and burn Hatton's hands to touch.
She laid her information before an attentive, if not very respectful, audience gathered round the tea-table at Old Place, the Naylors' handsome house on the outskirts of Sprotsfield and on the far side of the heath from Inkston. She was enjoying herself, although she was, as usual, a trifle distrustful of the quality of Mr. Naylor's smile; it smacked of the satiric.
"I will not do it, John." "You are not going to horse-racing. I want you to understand that, once and for all. Have no more to do with any of the Naylors. Drop them forever." "I can not, John. I will not." "Rule your speech, Henry Hatton. John Hatton is not saying today what he will unsay tomorrow. You are not going to horse-racing and horse-trading. Most men who do so go to the dogs next.
He was feeling very bad, I know, about the Naylor boys. I wonder what makes thee even thyself with that low set. Thy father will be angry, if he knows, and Greenwood thinks he is sure to know if Naylors are meddling in his family or his affairs. Greenwood speaks very badly of the whole crowd living and dead."
They were a bad lot, and theft and cards and brandy were written large on every sickly, wicked, white face of them. O Harry, how dared you disgrace your family by keeping such company?" "No one but a Methodist preacher is respectable in your eyes, John. Everyone in Hatton knew the Naylors, yet you gave them the same bad names." "And they deserved all and more than they got.