Mr. Mole looked precious uncomfortable.
"It is really very embarrassing, Harvey," said he; "my personal attractions are likely to get me into trouble."
And yet, in spite of his embarrassment, Mr. Mole was not altogether displeased at the fancy.
He strutted up and down, showing the fall in his back to the best advantage, and was very evidently conscious that he was rather a fine man.
"Yes, sir," said Harvey, with great gravity; "your fatal beauty is likely to lead you into a mess."
At the words "fatal beauty," Mr. Mole made a grimace.
It was rather a strong dose for even him to swallow.
"Draw it mild, Harvey," said he, "pray draw it mild."
Dick shook his head with great seriousness.
"Don't you be deceived, Mr. Mole," said he; "use the greatest care, for this poor countess is to be pitied. Her love is likely to turn to violent hate if she finds herself slighted—the poignard or the poisoned chalice may yet be called to play a part in your career."