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She has a bit of a style! 'She has a head, said Beauchamp. 'A girl like that may have what she likes. I don't care what she has there's woman in her. You might take her for a younger sister of Mrs. Wardour-Devereux. Who 's the uncle she speaks of? She ought not to be allowed to walk out by herself. 'She can take care of herself, said Beauchamp. Palmet denied it. 'No woman can.
Lespel winced a little, and told him not to put his trust in that. 'Turned Tory? said Palmet. Mr. Lespel declined to answer. Palmet said to Mrs. Devereux, 'He thinks I'm not worth speaking to upon politics. Now I'll give him some Beauchamp; I learned lots yesterday. 'Then let it be in Captain Beauchamp's manner, said she softly.
They were on the steps of a voter's house, calmly enduring a rebuff from him in person, when Palmet returned to them, exclaiming effusively, 'What luck you have, Beauchamp! He stopped till the applicants descended the steps, with the voice of the voter ringing contempt as well as refusal in their ears; then continued: 'You introduced me neck and heels to that undertakerly old Tomlinson, of Wingham's Institute; you might have given me a chance with that Miss Miss Denham, was it?
Palmet gave his age; correcting the figures from six-and-twenty to one year more. 'And never did a stroke of work in my life, he said, speaking genially out of an acute guess at the sentiments of the man he walked with. It seemed a farcical state of things.
'But do you tell me, said Mr. Lespel, when the shouts of the gentlemen were subsiding, 'do you tell me that young Beauchamp is going ahead? 'That he is. They flock to him in the street. 'He stands there, then, and jingles a money-bag. Palmet resumed his mimicry of Beauchamp: 'Not a stiver; purity of election is the first condition of instruction to the people! Principles!
Carpendike smote him with a text from Scripture. 'Devilish cold in this shop, muttered Palmet. Two not flourishing little children of the emaciated Puritan burst into the shop, followed by their mother, carrying a child in her arms. She had a sad look, upon traces of a past fairness, vaguely like a snow landscape in the thaw.
'You're yourself again, are you? Go to Paris in January, and cut out the Frenchmen. 'Answer me, Palmet: they weren't in couples? 'I fancy not. It was luck to meet them, so they couldn't have been. 'Did you dance with either of them? Unable to state accurately that he had, Palmet cried, 'Oh! for dancing, the Frenchwoman beat the Italian. 'Did you see her often more than once?
Lespel winced a little, and told him not to put his trust in that. 'Turned Tory? said Palmet. Mr. Lespel declined to answer. Palmet said to Mrs. Devereux, 'He thinks I'm not worth speaking to upon politics. Now I'll give him some Beauchamp; I learned lots yesterday. 'Then let it be in Captain Beauchamp's manner, said she softly.
Lord Palmet was one of the numerous half-friends of Cecil Baskelett, and it may be a revelation of his character to you, that he owned to liking Beauchamp because of his having always been a favourite with the women. He began chattering, with Beauchamp's hand in his: 'I've hit on you, have I? My dear fellow, Miss Halkett was talking of you last night.
He assured Lord Palmet of his positive knowledge of the fact, incredible as the sanction of such immoral proceedings by the Earl of Romfrey must appear to that young nobleman. Additions to income are of course acceptable, but in the form of a palpable stipulation for silence, they neither awaken gratitude nor effect their purpose.
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