Chapter 17

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌⁠That contrast of the hardened and mature,

The calm brow brooding o'er the project dark,

With the clear loving heart, and spirit pure

Of youth,—I love, yet, hating, love to mark!

H. FLETCHER.

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​‌‌⁠On the forenoon of the day after the ball, the carriage of William Brandon, packed and prepared, was at the door of his abode at Bath; meanwhile the lawyer was closeted with his brother.

“My dear Joseph,” said the b