Evan Harrington -- Volume 4

for the indications it affords of our General's skill in mining, and addiction to that bran

thing has happened. An event? I kno

e. This may be morals, my dear: but please do not talk of Portugal now. A fine-ish woman with a great deal of hair worn as if her maid had given it one comb straight down and then r

ay designate, I would employ. It will be like exorcising a demon. Always excuseable. I only ask a little mo

er he is not Lord Laxley's half-brother. Strike shall be of use to us. Whether he is not mad. Captain E--'s address. Oh! when I think of Strike-brute! and poor beautiful uncomplaining Carry and her shoulder! But l

the Duke might do-a widower and completely subjugated. It makes my b

terested in your Louisa. She dreads that my husband will tr

yn grunt under my nose when he has led me unsuspectingly away from compan

ne has disturbed him in the other world. Can it be so? It is not money or estates we took at all, dearest! And these excellent young curates-I almost wish it was Protestant to speak a word behind a board to them and imbibe comfort. For after all it is nothing: and a word even from this poor thin mopy Mr. Parsley might be relief to a poor soul in trouble. Catholics tell you that what you do in a good cause is redeemable if not exactly right. And you know the Catholic is the oldest Religion of the two. I would listen to the Pope, staunch Protestant as I am, in preference to King Henry the E

Mr. George Up---! Her name is Louisa Carrington. There was a Louisa Harrington once. Similarity of names perhaps. Of course I could not let her come to the house; and of course Miss C. is in a state of wonderment and bad passions, I fear. I went straight to Lady Racial, my dear. There was nothing else for it but to go and speak. She is truly a noble woman-serves us in every way. As she should!-much affected by sight

upon my veracity! And Carry has this moment received the most beautiful green box, containing two of the most heavenly old lace shawls that you ever beheld. We divine it is to hide poor Carry's matrimonial blue mark! We know nothing. Will you imagine Carry is for not accepting it! Priority of birth does not imply superior wits, dear-no allusion to you. I have undertaken all. Arch looks, but nothing pointed. His Grace will understand the exquisite expression of feminine gratitude. It is so sweet to deal with true nobility. Carry has only to look as

ded spirit. Juliana is a cripple, and her grandmother wishes to be sure that when she departs to her Lord the poor cripple may not be chased from this home of hers. Rose cannot calculate-Harry is in disgrace-there is really no knowing. This is how I have reckoned; L10,000 extra to Rose; perhaps L1000 or nothing to H.; all the rest of ready-money-a large sum- no use guessing-to Lady Jocelyn; and B. C. to li

wife would have called forth a gallantry so truly touching and delica

ill attend to scrupulously. Ridiculous words are sometimes the most expressiv

to him. He compelled Evan to assert his rank, and Mr. Forth's face has been one concentrated sneer since THEN. He must know the

gentry. It is gentry in reality, for had poor Papa been legitimized, he would have been a nobleman. You know that; and between the two we may certainly claim gentry. I twiddle your little go

point. Exquisitely chaste. So different from that Brussels poor Andrew surprised you with. I know it cost money, but this is a question of taste. The Duke reconciles me to England and all

ight exclamation, appeasing her conscience, proud that she has one; again she calls up rival forms of faith, that she may show the Protestant its little shortcomings, and that it is slightly in debt to her (like Providence) for her constancy, notwithstanding. The Protestant you see, does not confess, and she has to absolve herself, and must be doing

om she met on the stairs, to run and request Rose to lend her her album to beguile the afternoon with; and Doroth

s!' says Rose. 'Countes

given her robust health, and she was able to play the high-born invalid without damage to her constitution. Anything amused her; Rose's album even, and the compositions of W. H., E. H., D. F., and F. L. The initials F. L. were diminutive, and not unlike her own hand, she thought. They were appended to a piece of fac