CHAPTER IV.
Full of sudden zeal for his own improvement, Ormond sat down at the foot of a tree, determined to make a list of all his faults, and of all his good resolutions for the future. He took out his pencil, and began on the back of a letter the following resolutions, in a sad scrawling hand and incorrect style.
HARRY OSMOND’S GOOD RESOLUTIONS.
Resolved 1st.—That I will never drink more than (blank number of) glasses.
Resolved 2ndly.—That I will cure myself of being passionate.
Resolved 3rdly.—That I will never keep low company.
Resolved.—That I am too fond of flattery—women’s, especially, I like most. To cure myself of that.
Ormond. Here he was interrupted by the sight of a little gossoon, with a short stick tucked under his arm, who came pattering on bare-foot in a kind of pace indescribable to those who have never seen it—it was something as like walking or running as chanting is to speaking or singing.