Her Faithful Knight — page 117: what you’re looking at

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Mr. Darcy’s Comedy Company. og 3 “Crazy Derrick, he used to be called when we were at Eton together,” returned Wyverley. “Before he was six- teen he had offered marriage to a barmaid in Windsor, and I haven’t the least doubt that he made love from his cradle to his nurse. The joke of it is that he’s always in deadly earnest, and so sentimental over it.” “He gets to be rather a bore under the circumstances,”’ yawned Bobby Coles. “He believes in himself so pro- foundly, you see, and won’t be laughed at while it lasts. Let’s have a turn on the parade and give the girls a treat.” “A brandy and soda first to drink success to Darcy’s latest love affair,’ suggested Wyverley, to which his friend readily assented, and the two men, exchanging highly amusing anecdotes concerning their former boon companion and present manager, passed presently down to mingle with the crowd. Dorothy meanwhile pursued her way toward St. Leon- ards, very little troubled by the attention she excited among the seaside Lotharios. A soft breeze blew from the sea, and the evening air seemed full of lovemaking and laughter. After three years of dull overwork and Lon- don streets the change was delightful; but Dorothy turned hot with self-reproach as she felt her heart grow lighter. “How can I be so unfeeling when my poor darling is lying between life and death at home?” she asked her- self, and the elasticity went out of her walk, the bright- ness from her eyes, at the thought. Nearing St. Leonards, she met fewer pedestrians at each step until, by the time the parade was passed, the archway, and the unfinished works of a new pier, night was falling, and she found herself at the uttermost end of the sea front, alone. ere cn a solitary bench she sat, with hands clasped on her knee, watching the rising moon EOmIiGbdoo (GC) Mm — “S