Her Faithful Knight — page 180: what you’re looking at

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176 For Phyllis’ Sake. “Don’t people say ‘pity is akin to love?’ What is there about Darcy you don’t like? Most people think him a regular Adonis.” Jack Wyverley had a bright “afternoon tea-table” man- ner with women of education that inspired liking and confidence. Dorothy turned on him with puzzled eyes. “The odd part of it is,” she said, “that I don’t know why I don’t like him. He is very kind and very amusing, and, of course, very good looking, too, in a style that I don’t in the least admire; but—I really can’t describe it— the moment he begins to get in the least lover-like I posi- tively hate him!” Into Jack Wyverley’s prominent blue eyes there flashed a sudden look of comprehension, and even of sympathy ; but the next moment his red face appeared as expres- sionless as ever. “That’s awkward, of course,” he said briskly; “but, as your own dislike is altogether unreasonable and unfound- ed, it’s certain to pass away. Do you remember what Mrs. Malaprop says about sympathy and aversion? ‘As both are sure to wear off, it’s safer in matrimony to begin with a little aversion.’ Seriously, Miss Knight, poor Darcy is in an awfully bad way, realizing that it’s the last week of the tour, and that he has somehow offended you, and he’s off his head for fear of losing you. So he did me the honor of taking my advice. I’ve made a glorious muddle of my own affairs, but I am Ar over managing other people’s. Now, I said this: ‘As Miss Knight is not to be: moved by sentiment, come to business.’ We had a long talk, and agreed on a certain course, and as a result I have been up to London, and I have brought to you,” he went on, drawing a bulky envelope from under his coat, “a copy of the late Lord Derrick’s will, which you have no doubt already seen quoted in the newspapers, by which twenty-five thousand pounds came into Darcy’s EOmiGcbdoo SS (S@)