ABSTRACT
NEVER did Harry feel himself so deeply mortified, so debated in his own eyes, as when my lord’s footman in terms and with an action so uncommonly respectful, had stooped and killed his hand. His heart, but just before, had whispered to him, that the manner, in which he had admonished the young nobleman, expressed more of the pride and insolence of his own temper, than any friendly intention to reform the faults of another; and he already began to suspect that the manner in which he had dispensed his own bounty, shewed the same ostentation which he meant to reprove, and, with which he had been so highly offended in his lordship.
