Evan Harrington -- Volume 4

ensible of the effect of this creature's mysterious touch, without knowing what it was that paralyzed them. Drummond Forth had fully planned to go to Lymport. He had special reasons

one could be induced to move: Laxley was pressingly engaged by Rose: Harry showed the rope the Counte

d she isn't changed, Lou Harrington. Fancy now: she knew me, and she faced me out, and made me think her a stranger! Gad, I'm

oy his dread of the Countess. Mr. George would not tell how he had been induced to

aid of her,'

you know. Gad, if she didn't set an Irish Dragoon Captain on me!-I went about in danger of my life. The fellow began to twist his damned black moustaches the moment he clapped eyes on me- bullied me till, upon my soul, I wa

nical Drummond, and immediately went and gave orders for his horse t

remonde summoned him to her, and showed him a slip of

. Deep interest in your welfare is the cause of an anonymou

he footman, Drummond could learn nothing. Of course, all thought of the journey to Lymport was abandoned. If but to excogitate a motive for the origin of the document, Drummond was forced to remain; and now he had

uld surprise her in the act. Knocking the pearly edge of her fan on her teeth, she eyed him under her joined black lashes, and deliberately read his thoughts in the mere shape of his back and shoulders. She r

him, with a melancholy sm

hand, which he had been taught, and practis

t now,' he remarked; and she could see how far beneath

king on, with the ste

of eyes, and old George looking as if he'd been licked, at her heels; and there's Drummond and his lady fair moping about the lawn, and my mother positively getting exc

e Countess. 'You

me it pretty s

tes the "come it s

know,' the young g

ust not we be

. With young people one

ng her head weariedly, and Harry perc

isten and relate, to play the spy and know no more of his office than that it gav

ant retreat, the gallant Countess turned at bay. A word aside to Mr. George Uplift, and then the Countess took a chair by Miss Carrington. She did all the conversation, and supplied all

portrait of Mr. George Uplift, and gratified her humour and her wrath at once by strong truth to nature in the description and animated encomiums on the individual. The Portuguese lady, too, a little resembled Miss Carrington, in spite of her marvellous beauty. And it was odd that Miss Carrington should give a sudden start and a horrified glance at the Countess just when the Countess was pathetically relating the proceeding taken by the

ious actions is a modern discovery; but I shall not adopt the modern principle of magnifying the small motive till it overshadows my noble heroine. I remember that the small motive is only to be seen by being borne into the range of my vision by a powerful microscope; and if I do more than see-if I carry on my reflections by the aid of the glass, I arrive at conclusions that must be false. Men who dwarf human nature do this. The gods are juster. The Countess, though she wished to remain for the pic-nic, and felt warm in anticipation of the homage to her new dress, was still a gallant general and a devoted sister,

gave spontaneous bursts throughout the day, and delighted her courtiers. Nor did the men at all dislike the difference of her manner with them, and with the ladies. I may observe that a woman who shows a marked depression in the presence of her own sex will be thought very superior by ours; that is, supposing she is clever and agreeable. Manhood distinguishes what flatters it. A lady approaches. 'We must be proper,' says

of French memoirs,' said her ladyship. 'L

adies, she did not detest the Count

r?' she asked. 'She does

you can laugh at and w

Shorne inquired. Mrs. Melville remarking:

till the Election busin

ce

ith Melville to Fallow field i

eks longer!' Mrs. M

celyn c

tion of the Countess-her affectedness, her euphuism, and her vulgarity.

Melville. 'I should not have thought it adviseable to have

ship. 'I 've my doubts of the one that's much better. I

Jocelyn's eyes, and then relapsed into the conf

Mrs. Shorne, turning to Miss Current. 'Can you understand it? The Duke, my

tallic voice, and face like a cold clear northern sky. 'Things do

ve, then?' sugge

'I always wait for a t

't you see

ee anythin

ust be blin

that 's how I keep

stand you,' sa

ence of optics, and req

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ly woman could the ladies do anything. B

ard it all through the night. He had not yet broken the tender charm sufficiently to think that he must tell her the sacrifice she would have to make. When partly he did, the first excuse he clutched at was, that he had not even kissed her on the forehead. Surely he had been splendidly chivalrous? Just as surely he would have brought on himself the scorn of the chivalrous or of the commonly balanced if he had been otherwise. The grandeur of this or of any of his proceedings, then, was forfeited, as it must needs be when we are in the false position: we can have no

to her cheeks, she would perhaps drop her eye-lids an instant, and then glance quickly level again to reassure him. And who would have thought that this boisterous, boyish creature had such depths of eye! Cold, did they call her? Let others think her cold. The tender knowledge of her-the throbbing secret they held in common sang at his heart. Rose made no confida