"We are Poins, and Nym, and
Pistol," growled out George Warrington, as he strode away to finish the
evening in Clive's painting- and smoking-room. "Now Prince Hal is
married, and shares the paternal throne, his Princess is ashamed of his
brigand associates of former days." She came and looked at us with a
feeble little smile, as we sat smoking, and let the daylight in on us
from the open door, and hinted to Mr. Clive that it was time to go to
bed.
So Clive Newcome lay in a bed of down and tossed and tumbled there. He
went to fine dinners, and sat silent over them; rode fine horses, and
black Care jumped up behind the moody horseman. He was cut off in a great
measure from the friends of his youth, or saw them by a kind of stealth
and sufferance; was a very lonely, poor fellow, I am afraid, now that
people were testimonialising his wife, and many an old comrade growling
at his haughtiness and prosperity.
In former days, when his good father recognised the difference which
fate, and time, and temper, had set between him and his son, we have seen
with what a gentle acquiescence the old man submitted to his inevitable
fortune, and how humbly he bore that stroke of separation which afflicted
the boy lightly enough, but caused the loving sire so much pain.
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