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Now, Hervey, you know the whole, do try and save Mr. Vincent, for Belinda Portman's sake." Clarence Hervey shook hands with Lord Delacour, with a sentiment of real gratitude and affection; and assured him that his confidence was not misplaced. His lordship little suspected that he had been soliciting him to save his rival.
But in that point of view I mean as a lover of Belinda Portman, and I may say, not quite unlikely to be her husband he is highly interesting to my Lady Delacour, and to me, and to you, as Miss Portman's well-wisher, doubtless." "Doubtless!" was all Mr. Hervey could reply. Vincent was a constant visitor at Mrs.
She told me of Miss Portman's victory over the heart of Sir Philip Baddely; and Miss Portman should certainly have allowed them to remain there, as indisputable evidence in favour of the baronet's taste and judgment." Clarence Hervey appeared under some embarrassment, and seemed to be restrained by some secret cause from laying open his real feelings: his manner varied continually.
And Laura? was her heart not wrung by the thought of Arthur's crime and Helen's estrangement? Was it not a bitter blow for the innocent girl to think that at one stroke she should lose all the love which she cared for in the world? Doctor Portman's letter was sent off to its destination in London, and the worthy clergyman endeavoured to soothe down Mrs.
This was what Peter had done him the honor to advise, and he must begin at once if he wanted to show his appreciation of the courtesy. His uncle opened the way: "Why, I didn't know until I saw him go out that he was a friend of Mr. Portman's," he said as he sipped his coffee. "Neither did I. But does it make any difference?" answered Jack, flipping off the top of his egg.
"Oh, no! because I have such a fine colour in my cheeks, hey?" "Not for that reason, mamma," said Helena, withdrawing her eyes from her mother's face. "What, then you know rouge already when you see it? You perceive some difference, for instance, between Miss Portman's colour and mine? Upon my word, you are a nice observer. Such nice observers are sometimes dangerous to have near one."
He found at Clavering an old cargo of French novels, which he read with all his might; and he would sit for hours perched upon the topmost bar of Doctor Portman's library steps with a folio on his knees, whether it were Hakluyt's Travels, Hobbes's Leviathan, Augustini Opera, or Chaucer's Poems.
At last five hundred men were broken into some sort of order, and marched along the coast under command of Lord Grey of Wark and Wade the lawyer. At Bridport they were opposed by the red Dorset militia and part of Portman's yellow coats. If all be true that is said, neither side had much to boast of.
Mrs. Breen, on the contrary, while she had had no opportunity of expressing her mental attitude toward the exile, never having seen him since he walked out of her front door, was by no means oblivious to Jack's social and business successes. "I hear Jack was at Mrs. Portman's last night," she said to her husband the morning after one of the ex-Clearing House Magnate's great receptions.
He had looked forward to an autumn at Fairoaks; and perhaps the idea of passing two or three months there did not amuse the young man. "There is not a soul to speak to in the place," he said to Warrington. "I can't stand old Portman's sermons, and pompous after-dinner conversation. I know all old Glanders's stories about the Peninsular war.
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