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They did so, but the medical rolls contained no such name as that of Dr. Proudie, of Bread Street. "Pretty villainy this!" cried the Admiral, thumping his chest. "A dummy doctor and a vamped up disease. Well, we've tried the rogues, Westmacott! Let us see what we can do with your honest man." Mr.
In sculpture also, can Westmacott, or even Chantrey we speak with reverence of the illustrious dead be compared with Michael Angelo or Giovanni de Bologna? When pressed on these topics, the candid Englishman must, with a sigh, confess his country's inferiority. Architecture also, with few exceptions, has long been our reproach.
Like his more famous cousin, Nick Trenchard was one of the Duke of Monmouth's most active agents; and Westmacott, like Wilding, Vallancey, and one or two others at that board, stood, too, committed to the cause of the Protestant Champion.
"You may put me down for the platform," he cried, and vanished abashed behind the curtain of his Times, where his wife found him at lunch time. "I hear that you have had quite a long chat with Mrs. Westmacott," said she. "Yes, and I think that she is one of the most sensible women that I ever knew." "Except on the woman's rights question, of course." "Oh, I don't know.
What was to be done? She turned to Diana for counsel. But Diana was still whipping up her scorn. "If he goes out to meet Mr. Wilding, he'll shame himself and every man and woman that bears the name of Westmacott," said she, and struck a new fear with that into the heart of Ruth. "He must not go!" she answered passionately. "He must not meet him!" Diana flashed her a sidelong glance.
Westmacott was, indeed, opposed to the ballot; but it had been a matter of course that the candidate of the people should support that measure. The ballot would have been a safety-valve. But Moggs was so cross-grained, ill-conditioned, and uncontrollable that he would not let the ballot suffice him. The ballot was almost nothing to him.
"You can leave it safely to me, Tony," he growled. "But there is something I wish to say, Nick," answered Mr. Wilding, his manner mild. "By your leave, then." And he turned again to Valiancey. "Will you be so good as to call Mr. Westmacott hither?" Vallancey stared. "For what purpose, sir?" he asked. "For my purpose," answered Mr. Wilding sweetly. "It is no longer my wish to engage with Mr.
She spoke now at length and very gravely, dwelling upon the circumstance that he was the head of the family, the last Westmacott of his line, pointing out to him the importance of his existence, the insignificance of her own. She was but a girl, a thing of small account where the perpetuation of a family was at issue.
"Not quite," put in Mr. Wilding. "Mr. Westmacott, I think, was constrained away. He did not intend..." "Tais-toi!" blazed Feversham. "Did I interrogate you? It is for Mistaire Westercott to answer." He set a hand on the table and leaned forward towards Wilding, his face very malign. "You shall to answer for yourself, Mistaire Wildin'; I promise you you shall to answer for yourself."
But it has turned chilly, and it is time that the girls were indoors. Good night! I shall look out for you after breakfast for our constitutional, Admiral." The old sailor looked after his friend with a twinkle in his eyes. "How old is he, mother?" "About fifty, I think." "And Mrs. Westmacott?" "I heard that she was forty-three." The Admiral rubbed his hands, and shook with amusement.
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