Evan Harrington -- Volume 5

h the left calf considerably in advance, to defend the house from violation. Toward the curricle they directed what should have been a bow, but was a nod. Their joint attent

n't do. Don't you know driving this sort of conveyance slap along the gravel '

Old Tom. He alighted from his perch in haste, and was running up to the stalwart figure, crying, 'Fellow!' when, a

ing satellite to the donkey-c

rds?' sang

icle, helped to make the powdered gentlemen aware of a sarcasm,

ome and hol

r. Raikes, one fellow, evidently half overcome by what was put upon him, with the step

m. 'Whisper in his ear. H

of assisting you to ter

bow of deferent

s a crown for you that ain't afraid of a live donkey; and there 's a sixpenny bit for you

t!' shout

a footman, 'hand in my

ik

Cogglesby's come,' adde

Cogglesby, as he ch

e library, and walking up to him, en

, and blinked, and betrayed a singular antiquated bashfulness, which ended, after a mumble of 'Yes, there he was, and he hop

uch change in me?' she wa

bliged t

ay I do,

ee the grey

n a wig,' r

n have been naughty girls, and young Beauties will have their train. It is also very possibl

th your natural thatch. You're bent, too. You look as

hould come when your da

? I thought it

-- hem!-beg pa

s you. I think it bad to c

usiness, my lady, or I sho

lic

I don't bear

hat a much younger man you would have been! and a brave cap

apidly between her ladyship's face and th

ela va s

ns ain't scho

bit of throwing their fath

make a fool of myself at my time o' life. Needn't be alarmed now

to be doubtful friends, and we won't snap and snarl. That's for people who're independent of wigs, Tom. I find,

be pepper

fight, it must be in my cause, as you did when you

for,' said Old Tom, who plainly showed that he did remember, and w

n returned

arriageable dau

,' said Lady Jocelyn, with a

married to a

the question

't want to

looked slightly relie

I dare say; such as 'tis, there 'tis. Young fellow I know wants a w

tainly; I've no objection. What it

won't hurt your daughter t

e destined bride of yo

'Is that how

t-'ll have a deuced sight more hard cash than many lord's son 'd give her, and a young fellow for a h

g man? If he belongs, at his age, to the unco quid, I refuse

'He's a damned good young fe

ing Rose has come to me and given me the first chapter of a botheration, which she declares is

my guarant

ries-must have a

re's a pill for ye to swallow,

lowed, Tom.

my lady.' And Old Tom watched her

pity,' was al

and a year to start with;

hip opene

my lady. Don't know whet

ck in her chair. 'The queeres

d if she marries- I mean if he marries her, I'll sett

ollusion, Mr. Tom?' L

oes tha

en of this bef

ou got a son, too. He's fond of a young gal, or he ough

well tell you: Rose has just been here to inform me that this Mr. Harrington has turned her head, and that sh

om. 'She's fond of the young fellow? She'll

entary temptation to lead him out, but she did n

e has swallowed

t a stomach!- she knows he's a tailor, then? The young f

ink he has been tolerably hones

e was born and

inly heard

re was disappointed, and the best part of his plot disarranged, he liked E

e couldn't have got it from t' other

be angry with me,' for Old Tom looked sour again; 'I like birth and position, and worldly advantages, and, notwithstanding Rose's pledge

Tom struck in. 'Very well. Are y

ll I whip he

free to h

.' (Lady Jocelyn said this to uphold the honour of Sir Franks, knowing at the same time perfectly well that he would be wheedled by Rose.) 'I confess I like this Mr. Harrington. But it's a gr

eally astonished at her ladyship'

have had to change his opinion of her ladyship after cherishing it, and consoling himself wi

ple here are willing, I-I 've got a candidate up for Fall'field- I'll

hough she could not help smiling at the humility of the cob

top with us

er not, I

you see

ot till she

, we're fr

ever done you an

e in th

ndsome: but he was not going to be melted, and when the perverse old fellow obeyed her, it was with

ble with us. We rode by Brook's farm the other day. Do you rememb

hile these youthful frolics of his too stupid self and

And I remember the Bull-dogs, too! servant, my lady.' With which he

he park, that Tom Cogglesby, then a hearty young man, had been guilty of his folly: had mistaken her frank friendliness for a return of his passion, and h

ut sound at the core.' She had no idea of the long revenge Old Tom cherish