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He was curled up with his House of Commons boots on his wife's arm-chair, reading his eternal blue-books, when Mrs. N. entered from her apartment, dressed for the evening. Mrs. N. Frederick, won't you come? Mr. N. Where? Mrs. N. To Lady Sowerby's. Mr. N. I'd rather go to the Black Hole in Calcutta. Mrs. Titmarsh will go with us. Mr. N. Will he? I wish him joy.
This was her torture through the night of a labouring heart, that travelled to one dull shock, again and again repeated: the apprehended sound, in fact, of Dudley Sowerby's knock at the street door. Or sometimes a footman handed her his letter, courteously phrased to withdraw from the alliance.
It was I that brought you into this mess with Sowerby, and I know now how unjust about it I was to you up in London. But the truth is that Sowerby's treachery had nearly driven me wild. It has done the same to you since, I have no doubt." "He has ruined me," said Robarts. "No, he has not done that. No thanks to him though; he would not have scrupled to do it had it come in his way.
The German student when he first made his bargain with the devil felt an indescribable attraction to his new friend; and such was the case now with Robarts. He shook Sowerby's hand very warmly, said that he hoped he should meet him soon somewhere, and professed himself specially anxious to hear how that affair with the lady came off.
The wave of wide extension rolled and sank and rose, heaving lifeless variations of the sickly streaks on its dull green back. Dudley Sowerby's defection was hinted at and accounted for, by the worldly test of worldly considerations. What were they? Nesta glanced. An indistinct comparison was modestly presented, of one unmoved by worldly considerations. But what were they?
Sowerby's power to say that some valuable consideration had passed between them with reference to this bill, and that he would be aiding that gentleman in preparing an inextricable confusion of money-matters between them. Mr. Sowerby well knew the value of this. It would enable him to make a plausible story, as he had done in that other case of Lord Lufton. "Are you going to have Dandy?"
Caleb was not the acutest man in the world; but this sudden proposition, carelessly as it was made, suggested curious thoughts. "No," he answered; "I shall not part with it. I shall keep it as a memorial of Mr. Lisle." Sowerby's face assumed as Caleb spoke, a ferocious expression. "Shall you?" said he.
Barmby had tried all along to perform his part: he had always been thwarted; notably once at Gisors, where by some cunning management he and mademoiselle found themselves in the cell of the prisoner's Nail-wrought work while Nesta had to take Sowerby's hand for help at a passage here and there along the narrow outer castle-walls. And Mr.
Smith remarked that in such case she need not hurry herself; but the waiter brought up word that all the horses of the hotel were out, excepting one pair, neither of which could go in single harness. Indeed, half of their stable establishment was already secured by Mr. Sowerby's own party. "Then let me have the pair," said Mark, almost frantic with delay. "Nonsense, Robarts; we are ready now.
He cannot expect to get two hundred pence out of you; and Mrs. Warner, you say, is equally unable to pay. Very odd indeed. Perhaps if we could get time, something might turn up." With this view Flint looked over the papers Caleb had brought, and found the declaration was in trover a manifest error the notes never admittedly having been in Sowerby's actual possession.
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