Evan Harrington — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 675 pages of information about Evan Harrington — Complete.

Evan Harrington — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 675 pages of information about Evan Harrington — Complete.

‘I hope your brother will come to us in about a week,’ she said.  ’May I expect the favour of your company as well?’

The Countess felt her dignity to be far superior as she responded:  ’Lady Jocelyn, when next I enjoy the gratification of a visit to your hospitable mansion, I must know that I am not at a disadvantage.  I cannot consent to be twice pulled down to my brother’s level.’

Evan’s heart was too full of its dim young happiness to speak, or care for words.  The cold elegance of the Countess’s curtsey to Lady Jocelyn:  her ladyship’s kindly pressure of his hand:  Rose’s stedfast look into his eyes:  Old Tom’s smothered exclamation that he was not such a fool as he seemed:  all passed dream-like, and when he was left to the fury of the Countess, he did not ask her to spare him, nor did he defend himself.  She bade adieu to him and their mutual relationship that very day.  But her star had not forsaken her yet.  Chancing to peep into the shop, to intrust a commission to Mr. John Raikes, who was there doing penance for his career as a gentleman, she heard Old Tom and Andrew laughing, utterly unlike bankrupts.

’Who ‘d have thought the women such fools! and the Countess, too!’

This was Andrew’s voice.  He chuckled as one emancipated.  The Countess had a short interview with him (before she took her departure to join her husband, under the roof of the Honourable Herbert Duffian), and Andrew chuckled no more.

CHAPTER XLVII

A YEAR LATER, THE COUNTESS DE SALDAR DE SANCORVO TO HER SISTER CAROLINE

’Rome.  ’Let the post-mark be my reply to your letter received through the Consulate, and most courteously delivered with the Consul’s compliments.  We shall yet have an ambassador at Rome—­mark your Louisa’s words.  Yes, dearest!  I am here, body and spirit!  I have at last found a haven, a refuge, and let those who condemn me compare the peace of their spirits with mine.  You think that you have quite conquered the dreadfulness of our origin.  My love, I smile at you!  I know it to be impossible for the Protestant heresy to offer a shade of consolation.  Earthly-born, it rather encourages earthly distinctions.  It is the sweet sovereign Pontiff alone who gathers all in his arms, not excepting tailors.  Here, if they could know it, is their blessed comfort!

’Thank Harriet for her message.  She need say nothing.  By refusing me her hospitality, when she must have known that the house was as free of creditors as any foreigner under the rank of Count is of soap, she drove me to Mr. Duflian.  Oh! how I rejoice at her exceeding unkindness!  How warmly I forgive her the unsisterly—­to say the least—­vindictiveness of her unaccountable conduct!  Her sufferings will one day be terrible.  Good little Andrew supplies her place to me.  Why do you refuse his easily afforded bounty?  No one need know of it.  I tell you candidly, I take double, and the small good punch of a body is only too delighted.  But then, I can be discreet.

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