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"Next Monday. Mr. Vigors would make me fix the day. If you knew how I dislike moving when I am once settled; and I do so dread Lady Haughton, she is so fine, and so satirical! But Mr. Vigors says she is very much altered, poor thing! I should like to show you her letter, but I bad just sent it to Margaret Mrs. Poyntz a minute or two before you came. She knows something of Lady Haughton.
But it was reported that he had buried great treasures, a rumour, however absurd, not altogether inconsistent with his character." "What was his character?" asked Mrs. Poyntz. "One of evil and sinister repute. He was regarded with terror by the attendants who had accompanied him to Aleppo.
Thus we made innocent appointments, openly, frankly, in her mother's presence, she telling me beforehand in what direction excursions had been planned with Colonel Poyntz, and I promising to fall in with the party if my avocations would permit. At my suggestion, Mrs.
Poyntz joined us, and having, while I had been speaking, written my prescription and some general injunctions, I closed my advice with an appeal to that powerful protectress. "This, my dear madam, is a case in which I need your aid, and I ask it. Miss Ashleigh should not be left with no other companion than her mother. A change of faces is often as salutary as a change of air.
The two persons most active in "getting up" this testimonial were, nominally, Colonel Poyntz in truth, his wife and my old disparager, Mr. Vigors! It is long since my narrative has referred to Mr. Vigors.
Viner, myself and Poyntz about the business of the Workehouse at Clerkenwell, and after dinner went thither and saw all the works there, and did also consult the Act concerning the business and other papers in order to our coming in to undertake it with Povy, the management of the House, but I do not think we can safely meddle with it, at least I, unless I had time to look after it myself, but the thing is very ingenious and laudable.
As I went down the stairs into the hall, I saw Mrs. Poyntz standing at the threshold, speaking to the man-servant and the nurse. I would have passed her with a formal bow, but she stopped me. "I came to inquire after poor Miss Brabazon," said she. "You can tell me more than the servants can: is there no hope?" "Let the nurse go up and watch beside her.
As yet I had not dared to speak of love; as yet I gazed on her as the captive gazes on the flowers and the stars through the gratings of his cell, murmuring to himself, "When shall the doors unclose?" It was with a wrath suppressed in the presence of the fair ambassadress, that Mr. Vigors had received from Mrs. Poyntz the intelligence that I had replaced Dr.
I do not wonder that Miss Ashleigh rejected him." I said this, for I was nettled, as well as surprised, at the coolness with which a lady who had professed a friendship for me mentioned that fortunate young gentleman, with so complete an oblivion of all the antecedents that had once made his name painful to my ear. In turn, my answer seemed to nettle Mrs. Poyntz.
"Don't make a lark of me, hang it, Poyntz," said Foker, turning red, and with tears almost in his eyes, "you know what I mean: it's those what's-his-names in Homer, you know. I never said I was a good scholar." "And nobody ever said it of you, my boy," Mr.
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