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Rh than agreeable. He was roused from his reverie by Adelaide exclaiming: "I am sure you have had no trouble about the matter. Could any thing have been more satisfactorily arranged?" Algernon did not agree with her in his own mind: nevertheless, he said nothing. It was less troublesome to think than to speak; and his indolent indulgence was now more than a habit. Ordering his horses in an hour to be at Mr. Delawarr's door, Edward walked thither, too excited for solitude, and impatient for a listener to whom he could express his indignation, and who would join in his contempt. He knew Merton's ignorance, but he also knew his vanity; he would be sure to speak; he asked no better revenge than a reply—and arrayed in his own mind a whole battalion of arguments, and a light-armed troop of sneers. "Nothing is more imaginative than anger," thought he, as, arriving at Mr. Delawarr's house, he laughed to himself at the ideal eloquence in which he had been indulging. A carriage was at the door; and as he crossed the hall, he saw—and though they say seeing is believing, it was an evidence he felt inclined to doubt—Mr