He sank fromgloom to gloom, and died in misery.
They had been great figures in their time. The cold air blew up the staircase of an
Inn. At last his remaining tenthousand pounds was gone. In his younger days hehad
been very foolish. He sank fromgloom to gloom, and died in misery. An old man was
sittingin his arm-chair at Caen. No one should call himJohnny Mytton with
impunity.
He drove rapidly all through the night andreached
Calais the day after. He had fallen inlove with his cousin Theodora Cowper.
JohnNewton could no longer guide his pen or inspire his muse. It does not wish to
argue or to convert oreven to tell a story.
The door opened, and the servantannounced, The
Duchess of Devonshire.
No one should call himJohnny Mytton with
impunity.
As he said himself, he was not by nature arecluse.
Rather than take up his appointmenthe would drown himself.
Nature revives again;but a soul once slain lives no
more. His taste was impeccable, his health admirable, and his figure asfine as
ever.
Lightningstrikes the house and its roof-tree goes
up in fire. He was the personification of freshness andcleanliness and
order.
In thefirst place he was convinced of the enormous
value of candour.
A cedar desk with silver handles was sent him by
anotherfriend who wished also to remain unknown.
For the truth is we like these exhibitions of human
nature.
In his younger days hehad been very foolish. He
drove rapidly all through the night andreached Calais the day after.
The cold air blew up the staircase of an Inn. Why,
what could I do, my good fellow, but cut theconnection?
He lost and won and vowed never toplay again, and
then he did play again.
He had fallen inlove with his cousin Theodora
Cowper. Time was when the sight ofladies of fashion had been familiar enough. I
discovered that Lady Mary actually ate cabbage! Mytton, said Nimrod, added to the
lofty pride which disdained thelittleness of prudence.