Evan Harrington — Volume 2 by George Meredith
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affectation of suavity, are required to soften. Thereto were joined thin
lips and arched brows. Birth it was possible he could boast, hardly brains. He sat to the right of the fair-haired youth, who, with his remaining comrade, a quiet smiling fellow, appeared to be better liked by the guests, and had been hailed once or twice, under correction of the chairman, as Mr. Harry. The three had distinguished one there by a few friendly passages; and this was he who had offered his bed to Evan for the service of the girl. The recognition they extended to him did not affect him deeply. He was called Drummond, and had his place near the chairmen, whose humours he seemed to relish. The ears of Mr. Raikes were less keen at the moment than Evan's, but his openness to ridicule was that of a man on his legs solus, amid a company sitting, and his sense of the same--when he saw himself the victim of it --acute. His face was rather comic, and, under the shadow of embarrassment, twitching and working for ideas--might excuse a want of steadiness and absolute gravity in the countenances of others. The chairman's neighbour, Drummond, whispered him 'Laxley will get up a row with that fellow.' 'It 's young Jocelyn egging him on,' said the chairman. 'Um!' added Drummond: 'it's the friend of that talkative rascal that 's dangerous, if it comes to anything.' Mr. Raikes perceived that his host desired him to conclude. So, lifting his voice and swinging his arm, he ended: 'Allow me to propose to you the Fly in Amber. In other words, our excellent host embalmed in brilliant ale! Drink him! and so let him live in our memories for ever!' |
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