[Evan Harrington by George Meredith]@TWC D-Link bookEvan Harrington CHAPTER XVII 28/29
Let discretion be the seal of thy luck.' 'You can reckon on my silence,' said Evan.
'I believe in no such folly. Men don't do these things.' 'Ha!' went Mr.Raikes contemptuously. Of the two he was the foolisher fellow; but quacks have cured incomprehensible maladies, and foolish fellows have an instinct for eccentric actions. Telling Jack to finish the wine, Evan rose to go. 'Did you order the horse to be fed ?' 'Did I order the feeding of the horse ?' said Jack, rising and yawning. 'No, I forgot him.
Who can think of horses now ?' 'Poor brute!' muttered Evan, and went out to see to him. The ostler had required no instructions to give the horse a feed of corn.
Evan mounted, and rode out of the yard to where Jack was standing, bare-headed, in his old posture against the pillar, of which the shade had rounded, and the evening sun shone full on him over a black cloud. He now looked calmly gay. 'I 'm laughing at the agricultural Broadmead!' he said: "'None o' yer pryin's and peerin's!" He thought my powers of amusing prodigious.
"Dang 'un, he do maak a chap laugh!" Well, Harrington, that sort of homage isn't much, I admit.' Raikes pursued: 'There's something in a pastoral life, after all.' 'Pastoral!' muttered Evan.
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