[Evan Harrington by George Meredith]@TWC D-Link bookEvan Harrington CHAPTER II 6/11
Mrs.Fiske received him on a shrinking lap, and had found time to correct one of his indiscretions before she could sigh and say, in the rear of her aunt's retreating figure, 'I certainly never would let myself, down so'; but Mrs.Harrington took her own counsel, and Jacko was of her persuasion, for he quickly released himself from Mrs.Fiske's dispassionate embrace, and was slinging his body up the balusters after his mistress. 'Mrs.Harrington,' said Lady Racial, very sweetly swimming to meet her as she entered the room, 'I have intruded upon you, I fear, in venturing to call upon you at such a time ?' The widow bowed to her, and begged her to be seated. Lady Racial was an exquisitely silken dame, in whose face a winning smile was cut, and she was still sufficiently youthful not to be accused of wearing a flower too artificial. 'It was so sudden! so sad!' she continued.
'We esteemed him so much.
I thought you might be in need of sympathy, and hoped I might--Dear Mrs. Harrington! can you bear to speak of it ?' 'I can tell you anything you wish to hear, my lady,' the widow replied. Lady Racial had expected to meet a woman much more like what she conceived a tradesman's wife would be: and the grave reception of her proffer of sympathy slightly confused her.
She said: 'I should not have come, at least not so early, but Sir Jackson, my husband, thought, and indeed I imagined--You have a son, Mrs. Harrington? I think his name is--' 'Evan, my lady.' 'Evan.
It was of him we have been speaking.
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