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Lambert ruefully acknowledged to his mamma the possession of a lock of black hair, which he bedewed with tears and apostrophised in quite unclerical language: and, as for Mr. William Esmond, he, with the shrieks and curses in which he always freely indulged, even at Castlewood, under his sister-in-law's own pretty little nose, when under any strong emotion, called Acheron to witness, that out of that region there did not exist such an artful young devil as Miss Lydia. He swore that she was an infernal female Cerberus, and called down all the wrath of this world and the next upon his swindling rascal of a brother, who had cajoled him with fair words, and filched his prize from him.

โ€œWhy,โ€ says Mr. Warrington (when Will expatiated on these matters with him), โ€œif the girl is such a she-devil as you describe her, you are all the better for losing her. If she intends to deceive her husband, and to give him a dose of poison, as you say, how lucky for you, you are not the man! You ought to thank the gods, Will, instead of cursing them, for robbing you of such a fury, and can't be better revenged on Castlewood than by allowing him her sole possession.โ€

โ€œAll this was very well,โ€ Will Esmond said; butโ€”not unjustly, perhaps,โ€”remarked that his brother was not the less a scoundrel for having cheated him out of the fortune which he expected to get, and which he had risked his life to win, too.

George Warrington was at a loss to know how his cousin had been made so to risk his precious existence (for which, perhaps, a rope's end had been a fitting termination), on which Will Esmond, with the utmost candour, told his kinsman how the little Cerbera had actually caused the meeting between them, which was interrupted somehow by Sir John Fielding's men; how she was always saying that George Warrington was a coward for ever sneering at Mr. Will, and the latter doubly a poltroon for not taking notice of his kinsman's taunts; how George had run away and nearly died of fright in Braddock's expedition; and โ€œDeuce take me,โ€ says Will, โ€œI never was more surprised, cousin, than when you stood to your ground so coolly in Tottenham Court Fields yonder, for me and my second offered to wager that you would never come!โ€

Mr. Warrington laughed, and thanked Mr. Will for this opinion of him.

โ€œThough,โ€ says he, โ€œcousin, 'twas lucky for me the constables came up, or you would have whipped your sword through my body in another minute. Didn't you see how clumsy I was as I stood before you? And you actually turned white and shook with anger!โ€

โ€œYes, curse me,โ€ says Mr. Will (who turned very red this time), โ€œthat's my way of showing my rage; and I was confoundedly angry with you, cousin! But now 'tis my brother I hate, and that little devil of a Countessโ€”a countess! a pretty countess, indeed!โ€ And with another rumbling cannonade of oaths, Will saluted the reigning member of his family.

โ€œWell, cousin,โ€ says George, looking him queerly in the face, โ€œyou let me off easily, and I dare say I owe my life to you, or at any rate a whole waistcoat, and I admire your forbearance and spirit. What a pity that a courage like yours should be wasted as a mere court usher! You are a loss to his Majesty's army. You positively are!โ€

โ€œI never know whether you are joking or serious, Mr. Warrington,โ€ growls Will.

โ€œI should think very few gentlemen would dare to joke with you, cousin, if they had a regard for their own lives or ears! cries Mr. Warrington, who loved this grave way of dealing with his noble kinsman, and used to watch, with a droll interest, the other choking his curses, grinding his teeth because afraid to bite, and smothering his cowardly anger.

โ€œAnd you should moderate your expressions, cousin, regarding the dear Countess and my lord your brother,โ€ Mr. Warrington resumed. โ€œOf you they always speak most tenderly. Her ladyship has told me everything.โ€

โ€œWhat everything?โ€ cries Will, aghast.

โ€œAs much as women ever do tell, cousin. She owned that she thought you had been a little epris with her. What woman can help liking a man who has admired her?โ€

โ€œWhy, she hates you, and says you were wild about her, Mr. Warrington!โ€ says Mr. Esmond.

โ€œSpretae injuria formae, cousin!โ€

โ€œFor meโ€”what's for me?โ€ asks the other.

โ€œI never did care for her, and hence, perhaps, she does not love me. Don't you remember that case of the wife of the Captain of the Guard?โ€

โ€œWhich Guard?โ€ asks Will.

โ€œMy Lord Potiphar,โ€ says Mr. Warrington.

โ€œLord Who? My Lord Falmouth is Captain of the Yeomen of the Guard, and my Lord Berkeley of the Pensioners. My Lord Hobart had 'em before. Suppose you haven't been long enough in England to know who's who, cousin!โ€ remarks Mr. William.

But Mr. Warrington explained that he was speaking of a Captain of the Guard of the King of Egypt, whose wife had persecuted one Joseph for not returning her affection for him. On which Will said that, as for Egypt, he believed it was a confounded long way off; and that if Lord What-d'ye-call's wife told lies about him, it was like her sex, who he supposed were the same everywhere.

Now the truth is, that when he paid his marriage-visit to Castlewood, Mr. Warrington had heard from the little Countess her version of the story of differences between Will Esmond and herself. And this tale differed, in some respects, though he is far from saying it is more authentic than the ingenuous narrative of Mr. Will. The lady was grieved to think how she had been deceived in her brother-in-law. She feared that his life about the court and town had injured those high principles which all the Esmonds are known to be born with; that Mr. Will's words were not altogether to be trusted; that a loose life and pecuniary difficulties had made him mercenary, blunted his honour, perhaps even impaired the high chivalrous courage โ€œwhich we Esmonds, cousin,โ€ the little lady said, tossing her head, โ€œwhich we Esmonds must always possessโ€”leastways, you and me, and my lord, and my cousin Harry have it, I know!โ€ says the Countess. โ€œOh, cousin George! and must I confess that I was led to doubt of yours, without which a man of ancient and noble family like ours isn't worthy to be called a man! I shall try, George, as a Christian lady, and the head of one of the first families in this kingdom and the whole world, to forgive my brother William for having spoke ill of a member of our family, though a younger branch and by the female side, and made me for a moment doubt of you. He did so. Perhaps he told me ever so many bad things you had said of me.โ€

โ€œI, my dear lady!โ€ cries Mr. Warrington.

โ€œWhich he said you said of me, cousin, and I hope you didn't, and heartily pray you didn't; and I can afford to despise 'em. And he paid me his court, that's a fact; and so have others, and that I'm used to; and he might have prospered better than he did perhaps (for I did not know my dear lord, nor come to vally his great and eminent qualities, as I do out of the fulness of this grateful heart now!), but, oh! I

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