The Adventures Harry Richmond — Volume 7 by George Meredith
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Captain Bulsted--previously asking me in a very earnest manner whether I
was really all right and sound--favoured me with a hint: 'The squire has plunged into speculations of his own, or else he is peeping at somebody else's. No danger of the dad being mixed up with Companies? Let's hope not. Julia pledged her word to Janet that I would look after the old squire. I suppose I can go home this evening? My girl hates to be alone.' 'By all means,' said I; and the captain proposed to leave the squire at his hotel, in the event of my failing to join him in the city. 'But don't fail, if you can help it,' he urged me; 'for things somehow, my dear Harry, appear to me to look like the compass when the needle gives signs of atmospheric disturbance. My only reason for saying so is common observation. You can judge for yourself that he is glad to have you with him.' I told the captain I was equally glad; for, in fact, my grandfather's quietness and apparently friendly disposition tempted me to petition for a dower for the princess at once, so that I might be in the position to offer Prince Ernest on his arrival a distinct alternative; supposing-- it was still but a supposition--Ottilia should empower me. Incessant dialogues of perpetually shifting tendencies passed between Ottilia and me in my brain--now dark, now mildly fair, now very wild, on one side at least. Never, except by downright force of will, could I draw from the phantom of her one purely irrational outcry, so deeply-rooted was the knowledge of her nature and mind; and when I did force it, I was no gainer: a puppet stood in her place--the vision of Ottilia melted out in threads of vapour. |
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