“for it enables me to do justice to Sir Percival’s reputation. Not a whisper, Mr. Hartright, has ever reached me, or my family, against him. He has fought successfully two contested elections, and has come out of the ordeal unscathed. A man who can do that, in England, is a man whose character is established.”
I opened the door for her in silence, and followed her out. She had not convinced me. If the recording angel had come down from heaven to confirm her, and had opened his book to my mortal
refuge of paying us compliments, and shall slip through his professional fingers with our pet feathers of vanity all unruffled.”
“I hope Mr. Hartright will pay ME no compliments,” said Miss Fairlie, as we all left the summer-house.
“May I venture to inquire why you express that hope?” I asked.
“Because