One of Our Conquerors, v1

he could ask himself whether he had not done a deed of night, to be blinking at his fellow-men like an owl all mad for the reveller's hoots and flights and mice and moony roundels beh

bosom for ears to hear, combined like the rush of two waves together, upon which he may be figured as the boat: he caught at Mr. Carling's hand more heartily than their acquaintanceship quite sanctioned; but his grasp and his look of overfl

of the lady contrabandist: I don't think she

s, of a good sort of man in the way of men, a step or two behind the man of the world. H

ification to be conferred on his wife.

-leaf over the d

might nam

she had forgotten her bashful part and spoilt the scene, though, luckily for the damsel, her swain was a lover of nature, a

thought of his wife and the cook and the netting of friends at short notice. He urged

ess,' Fenell

was therefo

for company to meet you, we will

the sun,' sai

t Garden? I must

domestic Paradise an angel must help them to enter! Ah, dear me! Is t

but weighty and necessary: 'my wife was in her twentieth year: we have five children; two sons, three daughters, one ma

day you proposed to the lady: and I'd say, that all the credit is

e last to wish i

tter of deep interest, not unknown to you. The lady's wa

Radnor rece

of the correction was defer

ho receives no one, might be treated, it struck us, conversationally, as a respectable harbour- hulk, with more his

f I follow you, divest

ewdest of the legal sort! I have wit enough to esc

e is in her way a

and you will forgive me if I say, that your word "good" has a look of being stuck upon the features we know of her, like

ay three parts of her i

ood lady a fin

with other we

he majority still with h

ife to separate himself from a female pretender so ludicrous;

espects, un

qui

before the magistrate, that the man hadn't a crease to complain of in her character. We are condemned, Mr. Carling

the honour of dining with me!' said the lawyer impulsively, in a rapture

ve to hear of. I dine

wine.-There are good

hose chara

se there are; and I

yers .

ounter a

s tones to the indiscriminate, where

at having heard enlightened liberal

an

you, Mr.

ion, up to the verge of the clearly audible: he spoke

clients, you unders

but charitable;

we have to condemn-w

us, with all the world against

ed to the legal 'without prejudice,'-'I

And the kind of

rious dispensations . . . here we

u, my friend, in founding an Institution to distribute funds to preach charity over the country, and win compassio

,' said Carlin

re for gre

adu

or Reformato

d hardly b

n search o

e a blessed

to become

zle to the

ry, my dear Mr. Ca

ve their sacrifices. Be

, we may ho

one talked of it, and we should be banished for an offence against propriety. You should read my friend Durance's Essay on S

ng personally asked to read the Essay, and not hea

Radnor is a ve

ds; they served in the

hen Victor Radno

a second, not

rigid morality arming you le

must be v

s a clumsy

effort of human reason-

on a fiddlestring, for the murdered notes

efend it, clumsy

down it comes on the foot an inch off the line.-Here's a peep of Old Lond

can remember when the dirt

ter's green- scum eye: it was. And there your Law did good

Faler

ice above. You are up beside her at a sniff of that wine.-And lo, venerable Drury! we duck through the court, reminded a bit by our feelings of our first love,

. . . proud of him. Mr. Radnor has genius; I have watched him; it is genius; he shows it in all he does; one of the memorable men of our times. I can admire him, independent of-well, misfortune of that kind . . . a mistaken early s

n't release him and will keep his name, s

u trace

isgu

We have to discriminate. I gather, that her animus is, in all hone

fifty thousand times more mixed, she might any moment st

ges look suspiciously o

en who regard the marri

to combat th

-word to Mother Nature about the state of sin. Where, do you imagine, sh

deferring to

the state of sin was the continuing to live in defiance of, in c

orcement to take the

friend a man can have. I will tell you: he saved me, after I left the army, from living on the produce of my pen-which means, if there is to be any produce, the prostrating of yourself to the level of the round middle of the public: saved me from that! Yes, Mr. Carling, I have trotted our thoroughfares a poor Polly of the pen; and it is owing to Victor Radnor that I can order my t

shadow of the Law, has general

ut a crazy cab it is, and fit to do mischief in narrow Dr

e!' quoth th

tices; a dear good spherical fellow! Some day, we'll hope, you will be sitting with us over a magnum of Victor Radnor's Romance Conti aged thir

our over wariness, holding craft in reserve: his aim was at the refreshment of honest fellowship: by no means to discover that the coupling of his native bias with his professional duty was unprofitable nowadays. Wariness, however, was not somnolent, even when he said: 'You know, I am never the lawyer out of my office. Man of the world to men of the world; and I have not lost by it

r the post of companion to a lady, and answers it, and engages herself, previous to the appearance of the young husband. Miss Dreighton is one

n them, you chatter out your three Acts of a Drama without a stop. If Mrs. Barman cares to pract

ng sh

hen he shook off his bars of bullion, to rise the lighter, and left a wretched female soul below, with the devil's own testimony to her attractions-thousands in the Funds, ho

' said t

oman's call to him to live. And here's London's garden of pines, bananas, orange

ugh, not

ectacle. Her taste in flowers equals her lord's in wine. But age improves the wine and spoils the flowers, you'll say. Maybe you're for arguing that lovely women show us more of the flower than the grape, in relation to the course of time. I pray you not to forget the terrible intoxicant she is. We reconcile it, Mr. Carling, with the notion that the grape's her spirit, the flower her body. Or is it the rev

ression placed him on a decorous platform above the amusing gentleman; to whom, however, he grew cordial, in recognizing consequently, that his exuberant flow could hardly be a mask; and that an indication here an

men take them up at the crossing of the roads long after birth, the names would appear the active parts of them, and themselves mere marching supports, like the bearers of street placard- advertisements. Now, I know a

s short cough prepared the way for deductions.

ch clocksentry, to trot on his own small grounds for thinking himself of the community of the man of t

s:-one

er open for a man of

eluded you. She's emotional, she's hard; she's a woman, she's a stone. Anything you like; but don't count on her. And another thing-I'm bound to say it o

d Fenellan. 'Try jelly of mutton.'-'You give me a new idea. Latter

dine with Vi

cook, of

don

be sure of

e of a tastiness

ood sa

French, but a woman; devoted to him, as all who serve him are. Do I say "but" a woman? There's not a Fr

to dine with him-to know him. I know what he has done for English Commerce, and to build a colossal fortune: genius, as I said: and his donations to Institut

that there's always an amicable way out of a

the number of the house, the hour of dinner next day. He then hung silent, breaking the pause with his hand out and a sharp 'Well?' that rattled a

g a man of the world:-as all do, that have not Alpine heights in the mind to mount for a look out over their own and the world's pedestrian tracks. I could spot the lawyer in your composition, my friend, to