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Mr. Pollington and certain City gentlemen hearing the poor General's renewed soliloquies, were seized with disgust of Lady Camper's conduct, and stoutly advised an application to the Law Courts. Barcop on the weather, and replying in acquiescence: 'It is hot. If your ladyship will only abstain from colours.
Pollington, an amiable widow, relict of a large City warehouse, named Barcop, was chilled by a falling off in his attentions. His apology for not appearing at garden parties was, that he was engaged to wait on Lady Camper. And at one time, her not condescending to exchange visits with the obsequious General was a topic fertile in irony. But she did condescend.
I thought I had heard of a widow Barcop in this parish. Do not protest. I assure you I am a stranger to jealousy. My income . . . The General raised his hands. 'Well, then, said the cool and self-contained lady, 'before I go farther, I may ask you, knowing what you have forced me to confess, are you still of the same mind as to marriage? And one moment, General.
Mr. Pollington and certain City gentlemen hearing the poor General's renewed soliloquies, were seized with disgust of Lady Camper's conduct, and stoutly advised an application to the Law Courts. Barcop on the weather, and replying in acquiescence: 'It is hot. If your ladyship will only abstain from colours.
The girl who, if she was often meditative, always met his eyes with a smile, and quietly said 'Yes, papa, and 'No, papa, gave him little concern as to the state of her feelings. Yet everybody said now that she was unhappy. Mrs. Barcop, the widow, raised her voice above the rest.
So attentive was she to Elizabeth that the General had it kindly suggested to him, that some one was courting him through his daughter. He gazed at the widow. Now she was not much past thirty; and it was really singular he could have laughed thinking of Mrs. Barcop set him persistently thinking of Lady Camper.
The girl who, if she was often meditative, always met his eyes with a smile, and quietly said 'Yes, papa, and 'No, papa, gave him little concern as to the state of her feelings. Yet everybody said now that she was unhappy. Mrs. Barcop, the widow, raised her voice above the rest.
So attentive was she to Elizabeth that the General had it kindly suggested to him, that some one was courting him through his daughter. He gazed at the widow. Now she was not much past thirty; and it was really singular he could have laughed thinking of Mrs. Barcop set him persistently thinking of Lady Camper.
Very hot as you say, madam, I do not complain of pen and ink, but I would rather escape colours. And I dare say you find it hot too? Mrs. Barcop shut her eyes and sighed over the wreck of a handsome military officer. She asked him: 'What is your objection to colours?
Pollington, an amiable widow, relict of a large City warehouse, named Barcop, was chilled by a falling off in his attentions. His apology for not appearing at garden parties was, that he was engaged to wait on Lady Camper. And at one time, her not condescending to exchange visits with the obsequious General was a topic fertile in irony. But she did condescend.
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