sappointment inwardly--not that his
heart was very seriously engaged in his designs upon this simple lady:
but the life of such men is often one of intrigue, and they can no more
go through the day without a woman to pursue, than a fox-hunter without
his sport after breakfast.

Under an affected carelessness of demeanor, and though there was no
outward demonstration of doubt upon his patron's part since the quarrel
between the two lords, Harry yet saw that Lord Castlewood was watching
his guest very narrowly; and caught sight of distrust and smothered rage
(as Harry thought) which foreboded no good. On the point of honor Esmond
knew how touchy his patron was; and watched him almost as a physician
watches a patient, and it seemed to him that this one was slow to take
the disease, though he could not throw off the poison when once it had
mingled with his blood. We read in Shakspeare (whom the writer for his
part considers to be far beyond Mr. Congreve, Mr. Dryden, or any of the
wits of the present period,) that when jealousy is once declared, nor
poppy, nor mandragora, nor all the drowsy syrups of the East, will ever
soothe it or medicine it away.

In fine, the symptoms seemed to be so alarming to this young physician
(who, indeed, young as he was, had felt the kind pulses of all those
dear kinsmen), that Harry thought it would be his duty to warn my Lord
Mohun, and let him know that his designs were suspected and watched. So
one day, when in rather a pettish humor his lordship had sent to Lady
Castlewood, who had promised to drive with him, and now refused to come,
Harry said--"My lord, if you will kindly give me a place by your side
I will thank you; I have much to say to you, and would like to speak to
you alone."

"You honor me by giving me your confidence, Mr. Henry Esmond," says the
other, with a very grand bow. My lord was always a fine gentleman, and
young as he was there was that in Esmond's manner which showed that he
was a gentleman too, and that none might take a liberty with him--so the
pair went out, and mounted the little carriage, which was in waiting for
them in the court, with its two little cream-colored Hanoverian horses
covered with splendid furniture and champing at the bit.

"My lord," says Harry Esmond, after they were got into the country, and
pointing to my Lord Mohun's foot, which was swathed in flannel, and put
up rather ostentatiously on a cushion--"my lord, I studied medicine at
Cambridge