Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXVII, August 1852, Vol. VVarious
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXVII, August 1852, Vol. V
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
And so here, the journal which Leonard was reading changed its tone,
sinking into that quiet happiness which is but quiet because it is
so deep. This interlude in the life of a man like Audley Egerton
could never have been long; many circumstances conspired to abridge
it. His affairs were in great disorder; they were all under Levy's
management. Demands that had before slumbered, or been mildly urged,
grew menacing and clamorous. Harley, too, returned to London from
his futile researches, and looked out for Audley. Audley was forced
to leave his secret Eden, and re-appear in the common world; and
thenceforward it was only by stealth that he came to his bridal
home--a visitor, no more the inmate. But more loud and fierce grew
the demands of his creditors, now when Egerton had most need of all
which respectability, and position, and belief of pecuniary
independence can do to raise the man who has encumbered his arms,
and crippled his steps toward fortune. He was threatened with writs,
with prisons. Levy said "that to borrow more would be but larger
ruin"--shrugged his shoulders, and even recommended a voluntary
retreat to the King's Bench. "No place so good for frightening one's
creditors into compounding their claims; but why," added Levy, with
covert sneer, "why not go to young L'Estrange--a boy made to be
borrowed from?"
Levy, who had known from Lady Jane of Harley's pursuit of Nora, had
learned already how to avenge himself on Egerton. Audley could not
apply to the friend he had betrayed. And as to other friends, no man
in town had a greater number. And no man in town knew better that he
should lose them all if he were once known to be in want of their
money. Mortified, harassed, tortured--shunning Harley--yet ever
sought by him--fearful of each knock at his door, Audley Egerton
escaped to the mortgaged remnant of his paternal estate, on which
there was a gloomy manor-house long uninhabited, and there applied a
mind, afterward renowned for its quick comprehension of business, to
the investigation of his affairs, with a view to save some wreck
from the flood that swelled momently around him.
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