The Adventures of Harry Richmond — CompleteMeredith, George
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The Adventures of Harry Richmond — Complete
Meredith, George
Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction
He guaranteed to have the margravine at the chateau within a week,
which seemed to me a sufficient miracle. The prince, he said, might
require three months of discretionary treatment. Three further months
to bring the family round, and the princess would be mine. 'But she is
yours! she is yours already!' he cried authoritatively. 'She is the
reigning intellect there. I dreaded her very intellect would give us
all the trouble, and behold, it is our ally! The prince lives with an
elbow out of his income. But for me it would be other parts of his
person as well, I assure you, and the world would see such a princely
tatterdemalion as would astonish it. Money to him is important. He must
carry on his mine. He can carry on nothing without my help. By the way,
we have to deal out cheques?'
I assented.
In spite of myself, I caught the contagion of his exuberant happiness
and faith in his genius. The prince had applauded his energetic
management of the affairs of the mine two or three times in my hearing.
It struck me that he had really found his vocation, and would turn the
sneer on those who had called him volatile and reckless. This led me to
a luxurious sense of dependence on him, and I was willing to live on
dreaming and amused, though all around me seemed phantoms, especially
the French troupe, the flower of the Parisian stage: Regnault, Carigny,
Desbarolles, Mesdames Blanche Bignet and Dupertuy, and Mdlle. Jenny
Chassediane, the most spirituelle of Frenchwomen. 'They are a part of
our enginery, Richie,' my father said. They proved to be an
irresistible attraction to the margravine. She sent word to my father
that she meant to come on a particular day when, as she evidently knew,
I should not be present. Two or three hours later I had Prince Otto's
cartel in my hands. Jorian DeWitt, our guest at this season, told me
subsequently, and with the utmost seriousness, that I was largely
indebted to Mdlle. Jenny for a touching French song of a beau chevalier
she sang before Ottilia in my absence. Both he and my father believed
in the efficacy of this kind of enginery, but, as the case happened,
the beau chevalier was down low enough at the moment his highborn lady
listened to the song.
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