Illustrations of political economy, Volume 8 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 8 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
”That is as much Temple’s concern as the young man’s," observed the
neighbours one to another. “Freely as he flings his money about, one
would think Temple might see that the doctor was at least as well
supplied with luxuries as himself.” “Why the young man should be left to
toil and make capital so painfully and slowly, when Temple squanders so
much, is a mystery to every body.” "A quarter of what Temple has spent
in making and unmaking his garden would have enabled Arthur Sneyd’s new
field to produce double, or have improved his team; and Temple himself
would have been all the better for the interest it would have yielded,
instead of his money bringing no return. But Temple is not the man to
lend a helping hand to a young farmer,—be he his brother-in-law or a
mere stranger."
Such were the remarks which Arthur was not supposed to hear, and to
which he did not therefore consider himself called upon to reply.
Seeing his father and mother in eager consultation with the still
dripping Isaac, he speedily completed the arrangements for the next
day’s meeting, toils, and pleasures, and joined the group. Isaac had
but just recollected that in his pocket he brought a packet of
letters and several newspapers, which had found their way, in some
circuitous manner, to the store where he had been trafficking. The
whole were deplorably soaked with mud. It seemed doubtful whether a
line of the writing could ever be made out. But Mrs. Sneyd’s
cleverness had been proved equal to emergencies nearly as great as
this. She had once got rid of the stains of a stand full of ink
which had been overset on a parchment which bore a ten-guinea stamp.
She had recovered the whole to perfect smoothness, and fitness to be
written upon. Many a time had she contrived to restore the writing
which had been discharged from her father’s manuscript chemical
lectures, when spillings from his experiments had occurred scarcely
half an hour before the lecture-room began to fill. No wonder her
husband was now willing to confide in her skill—no wonder he was
anxious to see Temmy home as speedily as possible, that he might
watch the processes of dipping and drying and unfolding, on which
depended almost the dearest of his enjoyments,—intercourse with
faithful friends far away.
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CHAPTER II.
THE GENTLEMAN AT HOME.
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