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So astounded were the three gentlemen by this unexpected entrance, that some moments elapsed ere either of them found words at his command. At length the master of the house spoke. "Mr. von Philipson, I beg the favour of being informed who this person is?" The Prince did not answer, but looked at Vivian in great distress; and just as our hero was about to give Mr.
Indeed, he is barely existing on small sums advanced him by a speculative solicitor on the chance of one of the wills turning up. I saw a lot of Philipson: such a jolly nose like a big red truffle.
He found himself thinking almost enviously of the men with whom he had associated, Philipson, with whom he had been at college, with three plays running at different theatres, interested, even fascinated by his work, chaffing gaily with his principal actor as to the rendering of some of his lines.
"There were two rich merchants in Bristol, between whom a very close intimacy had for a long time existed. One of them, whom I shall call Henry Foster, had a daughter; and the other, Nicholas Philipson, had a son, and the two fathers had destined these children for one another.
Both master and steed must have travelled hard and far, for both were covered with dust and mud from top to toe, from mane to hoof. Mr. Beckendorff seemed surprised at meeting Vivian, and pulled up his pony as he reached him. "An early riser, I see, sir. Where is Mr. von Philipson?" "I have not yet seen him, and imagined that both he and yourself had not yet risen."
Beckendorff, with a serious air, but in a courteous tone; "you shall see my Claude!" The rich yellow tint of the second window gave to the fanciful garden all that was requisite to make it look Italian. "Have you ever been in Italy, sir?" asked Beckendorff. "I have not." "You have, Mr. von Philipson?"
Philipson, whose nervous system was considerably shattered, was so affected by this consideration, that Daireh thought it better to revive him with a dram of hope. "If I can see you privately, without fear of interruption, I may be able to give you a useful hint," he said. "The funeral takes place on Saturday, and if nothing is heard of a will then I will meet you next day. Where are you staying?"
"General Alexander," said Fellingham. "Alexander Philipson, or he declared it was Joveson; and very fond of wine. But his sherry did for him at last." "Ah! he drank too much, then," said Tinman. "Of his own!" Anisette admonished the vindictive young gentleman by saying, "How long do you stay in Crikswich, Mr. Fellingham?" He had grossly misconducted himself.
"I am afraid Mr. von Philipson finds it rather dull here?" "I am not aware of it." "He seems a ve-ry ?" said Beckendorff, looking keenly in his companion's face. But Vivian did not supply the desired phrase; and so the Minister was forced to finish the sentence himself, "a very gentlemanlike sort of man?" A low bow was the only response. "I trust, sir, I may indulge the hope," continued Mr.
"This is my dinner, gentlemen," said Beckendorff; "let it be your luncheon. I have ordered your dinner at sunset." After having eaten a slice of the haunch, Mr. Beckendorff rose from the table and said, "We will have our wine in the drawing-room, Mr. von Philipson, and then you will not be disturbed by my birds." He left the room.
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