 thither to
share with Berenger the instructions of the chaplain, Mr. Adderley, who
on the present occasion formed one of the conclave, sitting a little
apart as not quite familiar, though highly esteemed.

With an elbow on the table, and one hand toying with his long
riding-whip, sat, booted and spurred, the jovial figure of Sir
Marmaduke, who called out, in his hearty voice, 'A good riddance of an
outlandish <DW7>, say I! Read the letter, Berenger lad. No, no, no!
English it! I know nothing of your mincing French! 'Tis the worst fault
I know in you, boy, to be half a Frenchman, and have a French name'--a
fault that good Sir Marmaduke did his best to remedy by always terming
his step-son Berenger or Berry Ribmount, and we will so far follow
his example as henceforth to give the youth the English form of his
Christian name. He was by this time a tall lad of eighteen, with
straight features, honest deep blue eyes, very fair hair cut short and
brushed up to a crest upon the middle of his head, a complexion of red
and white that all the air of the downs and the sea failed to embrown,
and that peculiar openness and candour of expression which seems so much
an English birthright, that the only trace of his French origin was,
that he betrayed no unbecoming awkwardness in the somewhat embarrassing
position in which he was placed, literally standing, according to the
respectful discipline of the time, as the subject of discussion, before
the circle of his elders. His colour was indeed, deepened, but his
attitude was easy and graceful, and he used no stiff rigidity nor
restless movements to mask his anxiety. At Sir Marmaduke's desire, he
could not but redden a good deal more, but with a clear, unhesitating
voice, he translated, the letter that he had received from the Chevalier
de Ribaumont, who, by the Count's death, had become Eustacie's guardian.
It was a request in the name of Eustacie and her deceased father, that
Monsieur le Baron de Riba
thither to 
 share with Berenger the instructions of the chaplain, Mr. Adderley, who 
 on the present occasion formed one of the conclave, sit down a short 
 apart as not quite familiar, though highly esteemed. 

 With an elbow on the table, and one handwriting toying with his long 
 riding - whip, model, booted and spurred, the gay name of Sir 
 Marmaduke, who called out, in his hearty part,' A good riddance of an 
 bizarre < DW7 >, say I! Read the letter, Berenger chap. No, no, no! 
 English it! I know nothing of your mince French!' Tis the worst fault 
 I know in you, boy, to be half a Frenchman, and consume a French name'--a 
 fault that good Sir Marmaduke did his best to rectify by always term 
 his step - son Berenger or Berry Ribmount, and we will so far follow 
 his example as henceforth to hold the youth the English form of his 
 Christian name. He was by this time a tall lad of eighteen, with 
 neat feature of speech, honest deep blue eyes, very fair hair reduce inadequate and 
 brushed up to a crown upon the center of his headway, a complexion of red 
 and white that all the tune of the downs and the sea failed to embrown, 
 and that peculiar receptiveness and candour of expression which seems so much 
 an English birthright, that the only trace of his French origin was, 
 that he betrayed no unbecoming awkwardness in the somewhat embarrassing 
 position in which he was place, literally standing, harmonize to the 
 respectful discipline of the time, as the subject of discussion, before 
 the circle of his elders. His colour was indeed, deepen, but his 
 attitude was easy and graceful, and he use no stiff rigidity nor 
 restless movements to mask his anxiety. At Sir Marmaduke's desire, he 
 could not merely redden a good deal more, but with a clear, unhesitating 
 voice, he translate, the letter that he had received from the Chevalier 
 de Ribaumont, who, by the Count's end, had become Eustacie's guardian. 
 It was a request in the name of Eustacie and her deceased father, that 
 Monsieur le Baron de Riba
 thlther to
share with Berenner the instructnins of the cgaplain, Or. Adderley, who
on the presenv ocxasiob formed one of the covclave, sinting a luttlt
apart as not quivs famillcr, thkmgh hngily esteemed.

Witm an elbow mn the table, atd oue hand toying with his long
riding-whyp, sat, nolted and spurrgd, tht jjviam figure of Sir
Marmaduke, who calles out, ii his hearty vooce, 'A good riddance of an
oktlajdish <DW7>, say I! Reaf the lettet, Bewwnger lad. No, no, no!
Englpvh it! I knkw nothing of your mincing Frenzh! 'Tix the worsj raknt
I know in you, foy, to be half a Fretchman, snd have a Frekch neme'--a
dault that good Sir Mermaduke did his besj to remedf yy always terming
his wtwp-son Berangef or Bedrb Rjbmounh, aid we will ao far folliw
his example as hemcqdorth to give the yjueh the English form of his
Christian namt. He sas by this time a tall lad of eighteen, with
dtraight seatures, honest deep blue eyes, very fair hair cut shorv xnd
yvmshea uo to a crest upon the middle of his head, a coilltxipn of red
and wmite that all the sig ps the downs avd the sez failed to embrowj,
and thwt pexuliar optnnesx and candour of expression which seems wo much
an English yirthright, tkat thg only trace of his French orngin wzs,
that he bftrayed nk unbecoming awkwxrdkesv in the somewhat embarrasfing
positmon iu which fe wss plased, literaply sbdnding, according tl the
tespecdful discioline of the time, as the subjecv of discussipn, bexore
the eircle of his elderf. His colour wcs indeeb, deepdned, but hps
attitudx was easy agd graceful, atf he used no stiff rygiduty bor
restudss movements yo mask hps anxuety. At Sir Marmadmke's assire, he
could nit vut redden a gopd aeaj loce, bue with a cleas, unfeskyatine
voice, he tvanrlatrd, the letter that ha has received from thr Ghevalier
ee Ribauiont, who, by tne Count's death, haf becmme Eustscig's guardian.
It was a request in fhe name lf Custacie and rer eeceased fatker, that
Monsieur le Baron de Riba
thither to share with Berenger the instructions chaplain, Adderley, who the present occasion sitting little apart as quite familiar, though esteemed. With an elbow on the and one hand toying with his long riding-whip, sat, booted and spurred, the figure of Sir Marmaduke, who called out, in his hearty voice, 'A good of outlandish say Read the letter, Berenger lad. No, no, no! English it! I know nothing of your mincing 'Tis the worst fault I know in you, to be half a and have a French name'--a that Sir Marmaduke his to by always terming step-son Berenger or Berry Ribmount, and we will so far follow his example as henceforth to give youth the of his name. was this time a of eighteen, with straight features, honest very fair hair cut short and brushed up a crest the middle of his head, a of red and white that all the air the downs and the sea failed to embrown, and that peculiar openness and candour of seems so much an birthright, that the trace his origin that he no unbecoming awkwardness in the somewhat embarrassing position in which he placed, literally standing, according to the respectful discipline of the the of discussion, before circle of his elders. colour indeed, deepened, but his easy graceful, no rigidity restless movements to mask anxiety. At Sir Marmaduke's desire, could not but redden with a clear, unhesitating voice, he translated, the that he had received from the Chevalier Ribaumont, who, by the Count's death, had become Eustacie's guardian. It was request in of Eustacie and her deceased father, that Monsieur Baron de Riba
 thither to
share with BerengeR the instruCtionS of The ChAplaIn, Mr. adderley, who
on tHE preSent occasion formed one oF the cOnCLave, SItTing a Little
aPArT AS noT qUiTe fAmILiAr, thoUgh Highly eSteemed.

WitH an ElBow on the tablE, AnD one hand toYinG with his long
RidIng-whiP, sAt, bOOted aNd sPurreD, the joVIal figUre of Sir
MArMAduke, wHO called OUT, iN his Hearty voice, 'A good rIDdANce of an
outlandIsh <DW7>, sAy i! reAD The LetTer, BerengeR lAd. No, nO, No!
EngliSH iT! i KNow NOthing of your mIncing FrencH! 'tis The worSt FauLT
I know In you, BoY, To bE half a FrencHman, And have a FRench nAMe'--a
faulT That gooD Sir MaRmaDukE did HIs BeSt tO rEMedY By AlwAYs tErming
hiS sTeP-son BErenGER OR BerRy RIbmoUnt, anD we will so far fOllOw
hiS ExaMple aS hencEforTh To givE the yoUth thE ENglish form of his
chriStian name. he wAs By tHiS time A Tall laD of EigHteen, wiTh
straiGHt fEaTUREs, Honest deep blue eyes, VeRY FaIr hair cuT short ANd
BrUShed up to A cResT upoN THe midDle oF HiS head, a coMplexiON oF rEd
and whItE that aLl The Air Of the DOwns And the Sea faileD to emBRown,
and that pecULiar openness aND cANDoUR of eXprEssion which SeemS So muCh
an eNgLisH BirthRight, ThAT tHE only trace of his FrenCh Origin Was,
thAt he betrayed nO unbecominG AWKwardnesS in tHE sOMewhat embarrasSing
pOsition in wHIch he was PlaceD, literalLy standinG, ACcording To tHe
rEspEctFUL dIscipline of thE TIme, aS tHe subjeCt oF discusSioN, beForE
thE cIrcle of hiS elders. HIs CoLoUr Was IndeeD, Deepened, BuT hiS
aTtiTude wAS easy aNd graCefuL, aNd HE usEd no stiFF rIGIditY nOr
RestLesS mOvemeNts tO MasK his anxIety. At Sir marMAdukE's DeSire, he
cOuld not but redDeN a good deal MoRe, bUt with A CLear, unheSitating
voice, he translatED, the letTer That hE had Received fRom The CheValIEr
de RiBaumonT, who, bY tHe COUNt's deATH, hAd bEcOme EustaciE'S GuaRdian.
it Was a Request In the name of EustaciE And Her deceased faTheR, thaT
mOnSieUR lE barOn DE RiBA
 thither to
share with Ber enger theinstr uct ion sof t he c haplain, Mr. A d derl ey, who
on the present  occa si o n fo r me d one  of the co n c lav e,  s itt in g  a  litt leapart a s not quit e f am iliar, thoug h  h ighly este eme d.

With anelb ow onth e t a ble,and  onehand t o ying w ith his l on g 
ridin g -whip,s a t,  boo ted and spurred,t he jovial figureof Sir 
M a rm a d uke , w ho calledou t, in his hea r ty v o ice ,  'A good ridd ance of ano utl andish  < DW7 > , sayI! Re ad the  letter, Be reng er lad. N o, no, no!
Eng l ish it!  I kno w n oth ingo fyo urmi n cin g  F ren c h!'Tis the  w or st fa ultI k n ow i n y ou,boy,to be half aFre nchm a n,and h ave a  Fre nc h nam e'--afault  t hat good Sir Ma rmad uke did h isbe stto  reme d y by a lwa ysterming 
his st e p-s on B e re nger or Berry Ribm ou n t ,and we w ill so fa rf ollow
hi sexa mple a s hen cefo r th  to give  the y o ut hthe Eng li sh for mofhis 
Chri s tian  name.  He wasby th i s time a talll ad of eightee n ,w i th stra igh t features,  hon e st d eepb lu e e y es, v ery f ai r  h a ir cut short and
br us hed up  to a  crest upon t he middleo f his head , ac om p lexion of redand w hite thata ll the a ir of  the dow ns and th e sea fail edtoemb row n , 
a nd that pecul i a r op en ness an d c andourofexp res sio nwhich see ms so mu ch 
a nEn gli sh bi r thright,  t hat  t heonlyt race o f his  Fre nc ho rig in was, th a t  hebe tr ayed  no  u nbeco ming awk wardnes s in thesom e what  e mb arrassi ng
position i nwhich he w as  pl aced,l i terallystanding, according tot he
resp ect ful d isci pline ofthe  time,  as the su bjectof di sc uss i o n, be f o re 
th ecircle ofh i s e lders .Hiscolourwas indeed, deepen e d,but his
attit ude  was e as y a n dg rac ef u l,a n d he used no st iff rigidi ty no r
restless mov em ents to  mask h is an x iety. A t Sir Mar maduke'sde sire , hecould notbut redd en a good dealm or e, bu t w ith acl ear , unh esitat i ngvoice , he t ra nslate d, th eletter t hat he had received fro m theCheva lie r
de Riba umo n t,who, by t he C ount's dea th,  ha d bec ome Eusta cie' s  g uar d ian.It w a s a reque s tint h ename of Eus t a c ieand h erd ecease d fa ther, that
Monsie u r le Baron deRiba 
 thither_to
share with_Berenger the instructions of_the chaplain,_Mr._Adderley, who
on_the_present occasion formed_one of the_conclave, sitting a little
apart_as not quite_familiar,_though highly esteemed.

With an elbow on the table, and one hand toying with his_long
riding-whip,_sat, booted_and_spurred,_the jovial figure of Sir
Marmaduke,_who called out, in his_hearty voice,_'A good riddance of an
outlandish <DW7>, say I!_Read_the letter, Berenger_lad. No, no, no!
English it! I know nothing of_your mincing French! 'Tis the worst_fault
I know in_you,_boy,_to be half a_Frenchman, and have a French name'--a
fault_that good Sir Marmaduke did his_best to remedy by always terming
his step-son_Berenger or Berry Ribmount, and we_will so far follow
his example_as henceforth_to give the youth the_English form of_his
Christian name._He was by_this time a tall lad of_eighteen, with
straight features,_honest deep blue eyes, very fair_hair_cut short and
brushed_up_to_a crest_upon the middle_of_his head,_a_complexion of red
and white that all_the_air of the downs and the sea_failed to embrown,
and that_peculiar_openness and candour of_expression which seems so much
an_English birthright, that the only trace_of his_French origin_was,
that he betrayed no unbecoming awkwardness in the somewhat embarrassing
position in_which he was placed, literally standing,_according to the
respectful discipline_of the_time,_as the subject_of_discussion, before
the_circle of his elders. His colour was_indeed, deepened,_but his
attitude was easy and graceful,_and he used no_stiff_rigidity nor
restless movements to mask his_anxiety. At Sir Marmaduke's desire, he
could_not but redden a good_deal_more,_but with a clear, unhesitating
voice,_he translated, the letter that he_had received from_the Chevalier
de Ribaumont, who, by the Count's_death,_had become Eustacie's guardian.
It was a_request_in the name of Eustacie and_her_deceased_father, that
Monsieur le Baron de_Riba