A Righted Wrong: A Novel. Volume 3 (of 3)Yates, Edmund
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A Righted Wrong: A Novel. Volume 3 (of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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"The Honourable Dort would be grateful if he heard you, Ritherdon,"
observed Meredith.
"I suppose one couldn't reasonably call _him_ a fogey," returned
George.
Gertrude laughed; but Eleanor said sharply,
"No, he is only a fool."
Meredith was seated next her, and while the others went on talking, he
said to her in a low tone,
"Do you think him a fool? I don't. He knows the value of first
impressions, and being early in the field, or I am much mistaken."
If Robert Meredith had made a similar remark to Gertrude, she would
simply have looked at him with her grave gray eyes, in utter ignorance
of his meaning; but Nelly understood him perfectly.
"He _is_ an admirer of Gerty's," she said.
"And a more ardent admirer of the Deane," said Meredith. "Do you like
him?"
"Not at all. Not that it matters whether I do or not; but Gerty does
not either. I daresay Lord and Lady Gelston think it would be a very
good thing."
"No doubt they do. Nothing more suitable could be devised; and as
people of their class usually believe that human affairs are strictly
regulated according to their convenience, and look upon Providence as
a kind of confidential and trustworthy agent, more or less adroit, but
entirely in their interests, no doubt they have it all settled
comfortably. There was the complacent ring of such a plan in that
pompous old donkey's bray last night, and a kind of protecting
mother-in-law-like air about the old woman, which I should not have
liked had I been in your sister's place."
Eleanor's cheek flushed; the tone, even more than the words, told upon
her.
"What detestable impertinence!" she said. "The idea of people who are
held to be nobler than others making such calculations, and
condescending to such meanness for money!"
"Not in the least surprising; as you will find when you know the world
a little better. That the wind should be tempered to the shorn lambs
of the aristocracy by the intervention of commoner people's money,
they regard as a natural law; and as they are the most irresponsible,
they are the most shameless class in society. As to their
condescending to meanness for money, you don't reflect--as, indeed,
how should you?--that money is the object which best repays such
condescension."
There was a dubious look in Nelly's face. The young girl was flattered
and pleased that this handsome accomplished man of the world--who was
so much more _her_ friend, in consequence of their association in
London, than her sister's--should talk to her thus, giving her the
benefit of his experience; and yet there might be something to be
said, if not for Mr. Dort's parents, for Mr. Dort himself. Her colour
deepened, as she said timidly,
"How well _you_ must know the world, to be able to discern people's
motives and see through their schemes so readily! But perhaps Mr. Dort
really cares for Gertrude."
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