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Verty sighs again, and says: "I believe you were right; I don't think I could have told them what we were talking about." "Why?" asks the young girl. "We were talking about you," says Verty, gazing at Redbud tenderly; "and you will think me very foolish," adds Verty, with a tremor in his voice; "but I was asking Mr. Roundjacket if he thought you could love me O, Redbud "
They're all dangerous, scheming and satirical." "Anan?" said Verty, smiling, as he tossed Ralph the note. "Don't mind me," said Ralph; "I was just talking, as usual, at random, and slandering the sex. But what are you sitting there for, my dear Verty? Get down and come in. I'm dying of weariness." Verty shook his head. "I must go and see Mr. Roundjacket," he said. "What! is he sick?" "Yes."
Roundjacket said I might go and hunt some for ma mere" "Go, then, Verty; that is, if you won't stop to dinner." "I don't think I can, sir I should like to see Miss Lavinia, though, if " "Out visiting," said the Squire.
"Mark me," continued Roundjacket, with affecting gravity, "the unmistakable evidence of greatness is not the brilliant eye, the fine forehead, or the firm-set lip; neither is the 'lion port' or noble carriage it is far more simple, sir. It lies wholly in the hand-writing." "Possible, sir?" "Yes; highly probable even.
"Oh, the paper!" said Verty, smiling; "you don't mean " "I mean everything," said Roundjacket; "I predicted, on that occasion, that I expected to be laid up, and I am, sir." This was adroit in Roundjacket. It was one of those skillful equivocations, by means of which a man saves his character for consistency and judgment, without forfeiting his character for truth.
Roundjacket, "Rushton, my young friend, has his good points so have I, sir. I nursed him through a seven month's fever a perfect bear, sir; but he always is that. Tell him that my arm that I am nearly well, sir, and that nothing but my incapacity to write, from from the state of my feelings," proceeded Roundjacket, "should keep me at home. Observe, my young sir, that this is no apology.
Verty paused for a moment on the threshold; then took off his hat and went in. Round jacket turned round. Verty gazed at him for a moment in silence; then smiling: "What is the matter, sir?" he said. "Matter, sir!" cried Roundjacket "everything is the matter, sir!" Verty shook his head, as much as to say, that this was a dreadful state of things, and echoed the word "everything!"
Roundjacket. "Yes, sir," said Miss Lavinia, solemnly. "And you look in the best of health and spirits, madam." "Thank you, sir; I feel very well, and I am glad to think that you are equally blest." "Blest!" said Mr. Roundjacket; "since you came, madam, that may be very truly said." A ghost of a smile lit, so to speak, upon Miss Lavinia's face, and then flew away.
"I recollect that Miss Lavinia called to see Mr. Roundjacket that day, sir; and as she generally comes into town on Tuesday or Wednesday, soon after breakfast it must have been " Verty is interrupted by a chair pushed back from the table. It is Miss Lavinia, who, rising, with a freezing "excuse me," sails from the room.
Roundjacket, rising, and limping through a pas seul, in spite of his rheumatism "the fact is, I have been acting the most miserable and deceptive way to you for the last hour. Yes, my dear boy! I am ashamed of myself! Carried away by the pride of opinion, and that fondness which bachelor's have for boasting, I have been deceiving you!
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