Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3Chetwynd, Henry Wayland, Mrs.
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Mrs. Dorriman: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3
Chetwynd, Henry Wayland, Mrs.
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Mr. Drayton was a pleasant-looking middle-aged man, with a countenance
wanting expression, a manner very nearly as undecided as poor Mrs.
Dorriman's; fair curly hair, which was beginning to turn grey, and a
child-like way of speaking. Any one judging him at first sight would
have said at once he was one of the men who go through the world
unsuccessfully. Sanguine to a fault, perpetually disappointed, only
perpetually to spring up again.
He had a very absent manner, and frequently missed hearing important
facts, because he was thinking of other things. Passionate and
kind-hearted, only believing in himself to a certain extent, led by any
stronger mind than his own, and making mistakes he himself laughed at
when it was too late to remedy them. He was tall, extremely slight, had
very sloping shoulders, and was inconsistent in his dress--at one time
wearing rough and ill-made country clothes, and at another particular to
a fault about the cut of his things and the shape of his boots.
His father had made the money, and had left it all to him. He had been
an affectionate son and a most disappointing partner. People said the
business would not hold together two years; he had now held it together
six since his father's death, because Mr. Drayton had a warm affection
for the manager, Mr. Stevens, was guided by him, and did nothing of any
importance without consulting him.
Mr. Sandford had, at that time, a great project in hand, a project
requiring far more capital than he could furnish without disturbing his
own investments.
He had met Mr. Drayton once or twice and looked upon him as a man
through whom and by whom a great deal might be done.
He had urged his coming to Renton for two very different reasons; he
intended him to marry Grace Rivers, and he arranged it so completely in
his own mind that he never even put the case conditionally. He was
beginning to dislike Grace extremely, she interfered in so many little
things. It was all very well for Mrs. Dorriman to allow it; she was, and
always had been, one of the women born to be ruled by every one round
her, but he objected to the perpetual assertion of herself which forced
Grace to be always, so to speak, on the disc of the family life, to the
exclusion of the others.
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