The things we do!

But when they came, there
was no Ethel at Newcome. She was gone on a visit to her sick aunt, Lady
Julia. Colonel Newcome passed the holidays sadly without his young
favourite, and Clive consoled himself by knocking down pheasants with Sir
Brian's keepers: and increased his cousin's attachment for him by
breaking the knees of Barnes's favourite mare out hunting. It was a
dreary entertainment; father and son were glad enough to get away from
it, and to return to their own humbler quarters in London.
Thomas Newcome had now been for three years in the possession of that
felicity which his soul longed after; and had any friend of his asked him
if he was happy, he would have answered in the affirmative no doubt, and
protested that he was in the enjoyment of everything a reasonable man
could desire. And yet, in spite of his happiness, his honest face grew
more melancholy: his loose clothes hung only the looser on his lean
limbs: he ate his meals without appetite: his nights were restless: and
he would sit for hours silent in the midst of his family, so that Mr.


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