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At the very moment that Wyvil was overtaken on the landing by the apprentice, Amabel appeared at the door of her chamber with a light. The different emotions of each party at this unexpected rencontre may be imagined. Leonard Holt, with a breast boiling with jealous rage, prepared to attack his rival.
"Shall I be fortunate in my hopes?" rejoined Wyvil. "You must be a little more precise," returned the astrologer. "To what do your hopes relate? to wealth, dignity, or love?" "To the latter," replied Wyvil. "So I inferred from your appearance, sir," rejoined Lilly, smiling.
By this time they had reached Wood-street, and keeping in the shade, reconnoitred the house. But though Wyvil clapped his hands, blew a shrill whistle, and made other signals, no answer was returned, nor was a light seen at any of the upper windows. On the contrary, all was still and silent as death.
"He tells me he has been introduced to a young lady, who was formerly one of Miss Ladd's pupils, and who is the daughter of Mr. Wyvil, of Monksmoor Park. He has called on Mr. Wyvil; and he has since received an invitation to stay at Mr. Wyvil's house. The day fixed for the visit is Monday, the fifth of next month."
And as he shook the dice with a frenzied air, the major and Lydyard drew near the table, and even Wyvil roused himself to watch the result. "Twelve!" cried Disbrowe, as he removed the box. "My honour is saved! My fortune retrieved Huzza!" "Not so fast," returned Parravicin, shaking the box in his turn. "You were a little too hasty," he added, uncovering the dice. "I am twelve, too.
Is she engaged to be married? In that case between ourselves, dear Miss Wyvil, a clergyman is obliged to be cautious I may own that I love her too." Delicious titillations of flattered self-esteem betray themselves in Cecilia's lovely complexion. She is the chosen confidante of this irresistible man; and she would like to express her sense of obligation. But Mr.
We shall not envy them we are rich too. Everything is comparative. The portrait of Mr. Wyvil will put three hundred pounds in my pocket. I have earned a hundred and twenty more by illustrations, since we have been married. Moral! we are rich as well as happy." "Without a thought of the future?" Miss Ladd asked slyly. "Oh, Doctor Allday has taken the future in hand!
"He is engaged just now," replied the woman, in a much softer tone; "but I will take your message to him." "You have more money than wit," laughed Lydyard. "You should have kept back your fee till you had got the information." "In that case I should never have received any," replied Wyvil. "I have taken the surest means of obtaining admission to the house."
Wyvil, the most courteous and considerate of men, felt it an attention due to his guest not to leave the room first. All that he could venture to do was to give a little hint. "Have you any plans for the morning?" he asked. "I have a plan that depends entirely on yourself," Mirabel answered; "and I am afraid of being as indiscreet as usual, if I mention it.
If I had your permission, I would so deal with this audacious intruder, that he should never venture to repeat his visit." "You know that you speak safely, fellow," rejoined Wyvil, "and you, therefore, give full license to your scurrile tongue. But a time will come when I will chastise your insolence." "No more of this," cried Mrs. Bloundel.
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