The Adventures of Harry Richmond — CompleteMeredith, George
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The Adventures of Harry Richmond — Complete
Meredith, George
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction
'So I have now possession of Bath, Richie,' said he, twinkling to
propitiate me, lest I should suspect him of valuing his achievements
highly. He had, he continued, promised Hickson of the Fourth Estate,
that he would, before leaving the place, do his utmost to revive the
ancient glories of Bath: Bath had once set the fashion to the kingdom;
why not again? I might have asked him, why at all, or why at his
expense; but his lead was irresistible. Captain DeWitt and his valet,
and I, and a score of ladies, scores of tradesmen, were rushing,
reluctant or not, on a torrent. My part was to show that I was an
athlete, and primarily that I could fence and shoot. 'It will do no
harm to let it be known,' said DeWitt. He sat writing letters
incessantly. My father made the tour of his fair stewardesses from noon
to three, after receiving in audience his jewellers, linen-drapers,
carpenters, confectioners, from nine in the morning till twelve. At
three o'clock business ceased. Workmen then applying to him for
instructions were despatched to the bar of the hotel, bearing the
recommendation to the barmaid not to supply them refreshment if they
had ever in their lives been seen drunk. At four he dressed for
afternoon parade. Nor could his enemy have said that he was not the
chief voice and eye along his line of march. His tall full figure
maintained a superior air without insolence, and there was a leaping
beam in his large blue eyes, together with the signification of
movement coming to his kindly lips, such as hardly ever failed to waken
smiles of greeting. People smiled and bowed, and forgot their
curiosity, forgot even to be critical, while he was in sight. I can say
this, for I was acutely critical of their bearing; the atmosphere of
the place was never perfectly pleasing to me.
My attitude of watchful reserve, and my reputation as the heir of
immense wealth, tended possibly to constrain a certain number of the
inimical party to be ostensibly civil. Lady Wilts, who did me the
honour to patronize me almost warmly, complimented me on my manner of
backing him, as if I were the hero; but I felt his peculiar charm; she
partly admitted it, making a whimsical mouth, saying, in allusion to
Miss Penrhys, 'I, you know, am past twenty. At twenty forty is
charming; at forty twenty.'
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