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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 555 pages of information about The Egoist.
obtuse, experienced a presentiment upon espying a thick-set stumpy man crossing the gravel space from the avenue to the front steps of the Hall, decidedly not bearing the stamp of the gentleman “on his hat, his coat, his feet, or anything that was his,” Willoughby subsequently observed to the ladies of his family in the Scriptural style of gentlemen who do bear the stamp.  His brief sketch of the creature was repulsive.  The visitor carried a bag, and his coat-collar was up, his hat was melancholy; he had the appearance of a bankrupt tradesman absconding; no gloves, no umbrella.

As to the incident we have to note, it was very slight.  The card of Lieutenant Patterne was handed to Sir Willoughby, who laid it on the salver, saying to the footman, “Not at home.”

He had been disappointed in the age, grossly deceived in the appearance of the man claiming to be his relative in this unseasonable fashion; and his acute instinct advised him swiftly of the absurdity of introducing to his friends a heavy unpresentable senior as the celebrated gallant Lieutenant of Marines, and the same as a member of his family!  He had talked of the man too much, too enthusiastically, to be able to do so.  A young subaltern, even if passably vulgar in figure, can be shuffled through by the aid of the heroical story humourously exaggerated in apology for his aspect.  Nothing can be done with a mature and stumpy Marine of that rank.  Considerateness dismisses him on the spot, without parley.  It was performed by a gentleman supremely advanced at a very early age in the art of cutting.

Young Sir Willoughby spoke a word of the rejected visitor to Miss Durham, in response to her startled look:  “I shall drop him a cheque,” he said, for she seemed personally wounded, and had a face of crimson.

The young lady did not reply.

Dating from the humble departure of Lieutenant Crossjay Patterne up the limes-avenue under a gathering rain-cloud, the ring of imps in attendance on Sir Willoughby maintained their station with strict observation of his movements at all hours; and were comparisons in quest, the sympathetic eagerness of the eyes of caged monkeys for the hand about to feed them, would supply one.  They perceived in him a fresh development and very subtle manifestation of the very old thing from which he had sprung.

CHAPTER II

THE YOUNG SIR WILLOUGHBY

These little scoundrel imps, who have attained to some respectability as the dogs and pets of the Comic Spirit, had been curiously attentive three years earlier, long before the public announcement of his engagement to the beautiful Miss Durham, on the day of Sir Willoughby’s majority, when Mrs. Mountstuart Jenkinson said her word of him.  Mrs. Mountstuart was a lady certain to say the remembered, if not the right, thing.  Again and again was it confirmed on days of high celebration, days of birth or bridal, how sure she was to hit the

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