[Evan Harrington by George Meredith]@TWC D-Link bookEvan Harrington CHAPTER V 22/23
Somehow his sisters had forgotten this peculiarity of his.
Harriet only remembered it when too late. 'But I dare say Andrew has supplied him,' she said. Andrew being interrogated, informed her what had passed between them. 'And you think a Harrington would confess he wanted money!' was her scornful exclamation.
'Evan would walk--he would die rather.
It was treating him like a mendicant.' Andrew had to shrink in his brewer's skin. By some fatality all who were doomed to sit and listen to the Countess de Saldar, were sure to be behindhand in an appointment. When the young man arrived at the coach-office, he was politely informed that the vehicle, in which a seat had been secured for him, was in close alliance with time and tide, and being under the same rigid laws, could not possibly have waited for him, albeit it had stretched a point to the extent of a pair of minutes, at the urgent solicitation of a passenger. 'A gentleman who speaks so, sir,' said a volunteer mimic of the office, crowing and questioning from his throat in Goren's manner.
'Yok! yok! That was how he spoke, sir.' Evan reddened, for it brought the scene on board the Jocasta vividly to his mind.
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