He was going to rattle at the great iron knocker on the oak gate; but Esmond stopped his kinsman's hand.
Look, for example, at Esmond, the typical novel of its period.
Esmond saw it reflected in the glass by which she stood, with clenched hands, pressing her swelling heart.
But it also serves to bring us finally to the vocabulary of Esmond.
We have got to make a stand and maintain it until Esmond finds he has to humour us.
Instead of listening to Esmond she had to interview a strange man.
"I am but a contributor, Doctor Swift," says Esmond, with the little boy still on his knee.
Esmond went away only too glad to be the bearer of such good news.
Esmond knew the Prince to be worthless, and he had just been insulting him in every way he could think.
"Indeed, I loved and honored her before all the world," Esmond answered.