human
I can't bear this, said Frank, suddenly, and springing to his feet.
gpt
This woman, I can not get her out of my head. I ought to go down to the governor's; but then if he gets into a passion and refuses his consent, where am I? And he will too, I fear. I wish I could make out what Randal advises. He seems to recommend that I should marry Beatrice at once, and trust to my mother's influence to make all right afterward. But when I ask, '_Is_ that your advice?' he backs out of it. Well I suppose he is right there. I can understand that he is unwilling, good fellow, to recommend any thing that my father would disapprove. But still--
human
Bestir thyself--a serious matter is before thee--ponder it well--think of it, that that same Thought has behaved in the most refractory, rebellious manner conceivable--and instead of concentrating its rays into a single stream of light, has broken into all the desultory tints of the rainbow, coloring senseless clouds, and running off into the seventh heaven--so that after sitting a good hour by the clock, with brows as knit as if I was intent on squaring the circle, I have suddenly discovered that I might as well have gone comfortably to sleep--I have been doing nothing but dream--and the most nonsensical dreams! So when Frank Hazeldean, as he stopped at that meditative
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But still --and leaning his arm on the chimney-piece and resting his face on his hand, felt himself at the grave crisis of life, and fancied he was going
human
there only rose before him a succession of shadowy pictures. Randal Leslie, with an unsatisfactory countenance, from which he could extract nothing:--the Squire, looking as black as thunder in his study at Hazeldean:--his mother trying to plead for him, and getting herself properly scolded for her pains;--and then off went that Will-o'-the-wisp which pretended to call itself Thought, and began playing round the pale charming face of Beatrice di Negra in the drawing-room at Curzon-street, and repeating, with small elfin voice, Randal Leslie's assurance of the preceding day,
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And then there was a rapturous vision of a young gentleman on his knee, and the fair pale face bathed in blushes, and a clergyman standing by the altar, and a carriage and four with white favors at the church-door; and of a honeymoon which would have astonished as to honey all the bees of Hymettus. And in the midst of these phantasmagoria, which composed what Frank fondly styled
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One never _has_ a moment for _thinking_, cried Frank, as he called out to his valet,
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Not at home.
human
I have a note for you, Hazeldean.
gpt
From whom?
human
Levy. Just come from him--never saw him in such a fidget. He was going into the city--I suppose to see X. Y. Dashed off this note for you--and would have sent it by a servant, but I said I would bring it.
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I hope he does not want his money yet. _Private and confidential_--that looks bad.
human
Devilish bad indeed.
gpt
Dear Hazeldean.
human
Good sign! He always 'Spendquicks' me when he lends me money; and 'tis 'My dear Lord' when he wants it back. Capital sign!