[St. Ronan’s Well by Sir Walter Scott]@TWC D-Link bookSt. Ronan’s Well CHAPTER XII 8/11
You are a philosopher, and do not value the opinion of the public--a poor worldling like me is desirous to stand fair with it .-- Gentlemen," he continued, raising his voice, "Mr.Winterblossom, Captain MacTurk, Mr .-- what is his name, Jekyl ?--Ay, Micklehen--You have, I believe, all some notion, that this gentleman, my near relation, and I, have some undecided claims on each other, which prevent our living upon good terms.
We do not mean, however, to disturb you with our family quarrels; and, for my own part, while this gentleman, Mr.Tyrrel, or whatever he may please to call himself, remains a member of this company, my behaviour to him will be the same as to any stranger who may have that advantage .-- Good morrow to you, sir--Good morning, gentlemen--we all meet at dinner, as usual .-- Come, Jekyl." So saying, he took Jekyl by the arm, and, gently extricating himself from the sort of crowd, walked off, leaving most of the company prepossessed in his favour, by the ease and apparent reasonableness of his demeanour.
Sounds of depreciation, forming themselves indistinctly into something like the words, "my eye, and Betty Martin," did issue from the neckcloth of Sir Bingo, but they were not much attended to; for it had not escaped the observation of the quicksighted gentry at the Well, that the Baronet's feelings towards the noble Earl were in the inverse ratio of those displayed by Lady Binks, and that, though ashamed to testify, or perhaps incapable of feeling, any anxious degree of jealousy, his temper had been for some time considerably upon the fret; a circumstance concerning which his fair moiety did not think it necessary to give herself any concern. Meanwhile, the Earl of Etherington walked onward with his confidant, in the full triumph of successful genius. "You see," he said, "Jekyl, that I can turn a corner with any man in England.
It was a proper blunder of yours, that you must extricate the fellow from the mist which accident had flung around him--you might as well have published the story of our rencontre at once, for every one can guess it, by laying time, place, and circumstance together; but never trouble your brains for a justification.
You marked how I assumed my natural superiority over him--towered up in the full pride of legitimacy--silenced him even where the good company most do congregate. This will go to Mowbray through his agent, and will put him still madder on my alliance.
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