Morley Ernstein; or, the Tenants of the HeartJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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Morley Ernstein; or, the Tenants of the Heart
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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"My name is Neville, sir--my name is Neville," exclaimed the other;
"have you anything to say to that?"
"Nothing at all, sir," replied Morley, "as my business does not lie
with Mr. Neville, but with Mr. Barham."
"But I am Mr. Barham's friend, sir," said Mr. Neville, "and he does
not seem to know you any more than I do. I am Mr. Barham's friend, I
say."
"I am very sorry to hear it," replied Morley, calmly, though provoked;
"for, from all I can see, your acquaintance does not seem likely to be
advantageous to him."
"Oh, sir! oh!" exclaimed the other, with a furious look--"now, I
insist upon having your card. I will have satisfaction, sir--I will
have satisfaction."
"Nay, my dear young lady," said Morley, gently passing Miss Barham,
who was endeavouring to interpose; "I understand this gentleman, and
you do not.--I never give my card, sir, to people that I do not know.
If you are the sort of person I take you to be, such satisfaction as a
horsewhip may give, you shall command. If you be not such a personage,
and prove the fact to my conviction, I will either make you an
apology, or meet you in the way that you require. Stand out of the
way, sir, for I am very likely, at this moment, to throw you from the
top of the stairs to the bottom. Mr. Barham, I much wish to have a few
words of conversation with you, and if you could make it convenient to
call upon me to night, at Thomas's, in Berkeley-square, towards seven
o'clock, I should be glad to see you. You will ask for Sir Morley
Ernstein. Miss Barham, I shall have the honour of paying my respects
to you on another occasion."
"Missed fire, by Jove!"--exclaimed Mr. Neville, as Morley descended
the stairs, opened the door, and beckoned to his cabriolet, which was
wandering up and down the street--"I say, what's to be done now? That
bird's worth plucking, and you are a fool if you don't do it. I must
have a feather, too, if it can be managed--but pray, introduce me to
your sister. Miss Barham, how do you do?"
Miss Barham drew back. "I must beg to decline the introduction, sir,"
she said; "I have no inclination to make your acquaintance; I told
William so, this morning, and he might have saved me the pain of
seeing you here, as his only pretext was an appointment to meet you,
and it seems that you had joined each other before you came in."
"Hey! how is this, Barham?" exclaimed the other; "I thought you had
talked to her about it all."
"So I did," replied William Barham; "but she is foolish. I tell you
what, Helen; this wont do--you don't know what you are about; and it
is all nonsense, too, because you have often told me about such things
that--"
"It will so far do, William," replied Helen Barham, interrupting him,
"that I will beg you will leave me my rooms to myself. If you do not,
I must take means to free myself from society I do not like."
Thus saying, she passed through the door leading into another chamber,
and was heard to lock it behind her.
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