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Quintin was an astute reader of men and had formed a favorable opinion of this modest young man. "How old are you?" he asked. "I am twenty-six years old next month," was the reply. "I'm afraid you are in danger of making a mistake. You may never have an opportunity like this again.
And on the return of Quintin Fullarton, I gave the paper to him, that it might be seen and considered by Mr Renwick and others, previous to offering it to the consideration of the meeting.
I do trust, Sir, that we have done nothing to forfeit a support so long afforded us." Mr. St. Quintin bowed in speechless gratification; at length he found voice. "But your principles, Mr. Pelham?" "Quite your's, my dear Sir: quite against anarchy and confusion." "But the catholic question, Mr. Pelham?"
I then at length narrated all I knew concerning the Quintin family, and, as I proceeded with my story, the old man's eyes opened wider and wider as he exclaimed: "My God what a diabolical plot"! "Yes, indeed, and I was invited to join in it." "Well, well. I certainly would never have suspected anything of the kind." "Nor would anyone. The thing was well arranged, and artfully carried out."
While I was peering from the window in these reflections, I saw Quintin Fullarton, the grandson of John Fullarton of Dykedivots, in the street, and knowing that from the time of Bothwell-brigg he had been joined with that zealous and martyred youth, Richard Cameron, and was, as Robin Brown told me, among other acquaintances at Airsmoss, I entreated Mrs Brownlee to go after him and bid him come to me, which he readily did, and we had a mournful communing for some time.
Madame stood still and raised shocked hands. Then she looked down her handsome, high-bridged nose. "Sometimes often, in fact, my dear Aline you pass all understanding. I shall write to Quintin that the sooner you are married the better it will be for all." "Uncle Quintin has left that matter to my own deciding," Aline reminded her.
Quintin and his wife valued themselves upon being "genteel." I arrived at an unlucky moment; on entering the hall, a dirty footboy was carrying a yellow-ware dish of potatoes into the back room. I gave up every thing as lost, when I entered, and saw the lady helping her youngest child to some ineffable trash, which I have since heard is called "blackberry pudding."
After some discussion it was moved and seconded that Dr. Worth's resignation be accepted with regret. The motion carried and the chair was declared vacant. Then it was that Mr. J.M. Quintin arose and moved that they at once proceed to elect a man to fill the vacant chair. After some debate, this motion prevailed. Dr.
Dacier made his way downstairs to Quintin Manx, by whom he was hotly congratulated and informed of the extent of the young lady's fortune: on the strength of which it was expected that he would certainly speak a private word in elucidation of that newspaper article. 'I know nothing of it, said Dacier, but promised to come and dine.
And you, of course, are somehow different to the majority. I wonder how you will each end? St. Quintin will perhaps become a bishop. Dick Bruce will write an astounding, weird novel, and bound into fame. And you? ..." He flushed a little. "I shall be left far behind by both of them, futilely wishing to catch up." "I hope not. Your chance is just as good as theirs, if you choose to make it so,"
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