Page:Eliot - Felix Holt, the Radical, vol. I, 1866.djvu/193

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
THE RADICAL.
183

"He's a first-rate hand at sneering," said Mr Scales, rather nettled.

"Don't be waspish, man. I'll ring the bell for lemons, and make some punch. That's the thing for putting people up to the unknown tongues," said Mr Christian, starting up, and slapping Scales's shoulder as he passed him.

"What I mean, Mr Crowder, is this." Here Mr Scales paused to puff, and pull down his waistcoat in a gentlemanly manner, and drink. He was wont in this way to give his hearers time for meditation.

"Come, then, speak English; I'm not against being taught," said the reasonable Crowder.

"What I mean is, that in a large way of trade a man turns his capital over almost as soon as he can turn himself. Bless your soul ! I know something about these matters, eh, Brent?"

"To be sure you do — few men more," said the gardener, who was the person appealed to.

"Not that I've had anything to do with commercial families myself I've those feelings that I look to other things besides lucre. But I can't say that I've not been intimate with parties who have been less nice than I am myself ; and knowing what I know, I shouldn't wonder if Transome had as much