The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 227: what you’re looking at

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210 REYNOLDS’ WORKS the squire with a cordiality which might be regarded as an overture of friendship, the other returned his salutation with a frigid reserve. If Lord Saxondale had possessed the least degree of proper spirit, he would himself have demonstrated a studied coldness toward the individual who had so signally exposed his sister Juliana, notwithstand- ing that his sister was flagrantly and foully in the wrong. But Lord Saxondale had no such spirit. He had vanity and conceit, but no real pride, in its loftiest and noblest sense; and thus was it that, heedless of antecedent circumstances in respect to Hawkshaw and Juliana, he was now anxious enough to avail himself of the present opportunity to renew his acquaintance with a leading gentleman of Lincolnshire. Mr. Hawkshaw instantaneously comprehended how Lord Saxondale ought to have treated him in revenge for his conduct toward Julana, and therefore despised him for acting otherwise. He was urging his steed past, when Saxon- dale, determined not to be thus almost “ cut ’’ by the squire without an effort to amend matters, advanced a pace or two, stretched forth his hand, and exclaimed, ‘* Well, Mr. Hawk- shaw, it is some time since you and I met. I shall be very glad to see you at the castle —- But perhaps you were going there to call?” “No, my lord, I was not,” was the squire’s response, given with a marked emphasis; although at the same time he suffered Edmund to grasp the tips of two of his fingers, as he did not wish to be too pointed in his conduct. “Tf you had been, we would have turned back with you,” said the young nobleman. ‘““ Permit me to introduce you to Lady Saxondale — ”’ But at that moment the squire gave another cold and distant bow, colder and more distant than even the first, and galloped onward. “The unmannerly country bumpkin!” ejaculated Ed- mund, as Mr. Hawkshaw thus darted away upon his high- spirited steed. “Do not vex yourself, my dearest husband,” said Ade- > laide, again resuming all her most fascinating wiles, and putting forth the most seductive witcheries which her charms were so well calculated to display. ‘ What care we for the society of the world, when we are all in all to each other? ”’ CONNIE NO KS (E(0)