Surely you can forgive him now." "I mean to try." Richard Bassett seemed now to have imbibed the spirit of quicksilver.
His occupations were not actually enlarged, yet, somehow or other, he seemed full of business.

He was all complacent bustle about nothing.

He left off inveighing against Sir Charles.

And, indeed, if you are one of those weak spirits to whom censure is intolerable, there is a cheap and easy way to moderate the rancor of detraction--you have only to die.
Let me comfort genius in particular with this little recipe.
Why, on one occasion, Bassett actually snubbed Wheeler for a mere allusion.

That worthy just happened to remark, "No more felling of timber on Bassett Manor for a while." "For shame!" said Richard.