Emmanuel Burden, merchant, of Thames St., in the city of London, exporter of hardware : a record of his lineage, speculations, last days and death . nswereda heavy uncertain knock, and there enteredsomething of more moment even than hisdebts : the considerable form and purpose ofMr Capes. He had his hat in his hand and bore asapling to walk with ; his gaiters were muddyand so were his heavy boots ; but he wasdressed in his best, his scanty hair was verycarefully oiled, and a fine new comforteradorned his neck. He came in with respect-ful hesitation, and stood a moment near thedoor. Cosmo stood
Emmanuel Burden, merchant, of Thames St., in the city of London, exporter of hardware : a record of his lineage, speculations, last days and death . nswereda heavy uncertain knock, and there enteredsomething of more moment even than hisdebts : the considerable form and purpose ofMr Capes. He had his hat in his hand and bore asapling to walk with ; his gaiters were muddyand so were his heavy boots ; but he wasdressed in his best, his scanty hair was verycarefully oiled, and a fine new comforteradorned his neck. He came in with respect-ful hesitation, and stood a moment near thedoor. Cosmo stood up at once. Come in, MrCapes, he said, what is it ? Why, said Mr Capes slowly; thankyou, sir, its just a little matter. . I ; andhere he looked down at the carpet and followedthe pattern with the end of his sapling. Come up to the fire and sit down, saidCosmo. Have something. It was a nervous peculiarity of his, commonenough in our Universities with their years ofarduous study, that he could not keep his eyeson anyones face ; but he spoke cheerfullyenough. Mr Capes came up and sat down bythe fire. What do you drink, MrCapes.^ said •/ // \ .\ .* »1K. CAlES (a chance STUDV made FOK the OF kUKAL ENGLAND. No DTHliR IOkTKArr WAS OBTAINABLE) MR BURDEN 35 Claret wine, thank you, sir, answered MrCapes. Cosmo brought out some College claret andpoured it into a tumbler. Mr Capes took agulp of it; his expression changed and he putit down again. Would you rather have some port, MrCapes ? said Cosmo anxiously. Thank you, sir, said Mr Capes, I dontcare if I do. There was an assurance beneaththe deference of his manner which Cosmocould hardly bear in silence. As he stood andpoured out the port for Mr Capes in his easychair, he said, Well ... said Mr Capes, holding hisglass poised and staring at the fire . . Ivebeen talking to my Ermione ; he pronouncedthese two last words as though they were butone, and he put into them a very mournfulemphasis. Now I know what y
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