The Adventures of Harry Richmond — CompleteMeredith, George
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The Adventures of Harry Richmond — Complete
Meredith, George
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction
Where I served him perhaps was in showing my resolution to protect him:
he had been insulted before my arrival. The male relatives of Miss
Penrhys did not repeat the insult; they went to Lady Wilts and groaned
over their hard luck in not having the option of fighting me. I was, in
her phrase, a new piece on the board, and checked them. Thus, if they
provoked a challenge from me, they brought the destructive odour of
powder about the headstrong creature's name. I was therefore of use to
him so far. I leaned indolently across the rails of the promenade while
she bent and chattered in his ear, and her attendant cousin and
cavalier chewed vexation in the form of a young mustachio's curl. His
horse fretted; he murmured deep notes, and his look was savage; but he
was bound to wait on her, and she would not go until it suited her
pleasure. She introduced him to me—as if conversation could be carried
on between two young men feeling themselves simply pieces on the board,
one giving check, and the other chafing under it! I need not say that I
disliked my situation. It was worse when my father took to bowing to
her from a distance, unobservant of her hand's prompt pull at the reins
as soon as she saw him. Lady Wilts had assumed the right of a woman
still possessing attractions to exert her influence with him on behalf
of the family, for I had done my best to convince her that he
entertained no serious thought of marrying, and decidedly would not
marry without my approval. He acted on her advice to discourage the
wilful girl.
'How is it I am so hateful to you?' Miss Penrhys accosted me abruptly.
I fancied she must have gone mad, and an interrogative frown was my
sole answer.
'Oh! I hear that you pronounce me everywhere unendurable,' she
continued. 'You are young, and you misjudge me in some way, and I
should be glad if you knew me better. By-and-by, in Wales.—Are you fond
of mountain scenery? We might be good friends; my temper is not bad—at
least, I hope not. Heaven knows what one's relatives think of one. Will
you visit us? I hear you have promised your confidante, Lady Wilts.'
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