Her Faithful Knight — page 304: what you’re looking at

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300 The Uses of Advertisement. without an appointment. But he seems quite set upon seeing you.” “Show him in.” Wyverley and Derrick had parted company at Monte Carlo in the preceding autumn. Each had staked and lost all he could raise on the gaming-tables, but Darcy, by his mother’s help, contrived to get back to England, leaving his fellow-gambler penniless and lonely at the scene of his losses. This, however, was not Darcy’s fault. Niggard- liness was not among his vices; he loved money solely for what it brought, and was always ready to spend it upon his acquaintances. Friends in the true sense of the word he had none. To women, old and young, he invariably made love—passionately, if they were pretty; platonically, if plain. Men either envied him for his easy love con- quests, or despised him heartily and declined to associate with him. But for the approbation of his own sex Darcy cared little. He disliked being alone, because it was then impossible to talk about himself, and he would tolerate the society of a male companion in the absence of any- thing feminine between the ages of five and forty-five; but, although his incessant rambling talk was sometimes poetical and often paradoxically witty, he was incapable of either feeling or inspiring real friendship in the breasts of his fellow-men, and sooner or later he tired of or quar- reled with them all. This morning he wanted to pity himself aloud, and he wanted somebody to listen. Accordingly, he greeted Jack Wyverley with something approaching enthusiasm. The financial crisis through which the latter gentleman had recently passed had not in any way altered Mr. Wyver- ley’s appearance. He was just the same short, thick-set, well-groomed and well-dressed old-young man, of red — face, prominent, bloodshot, blue eyes, and fine, white Eomicivooks (<@)