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"I hope so." "I do, I know." Lord Popplecourt endeavoured to look as though he intended her to understand that she was the pretty thing which he most particularly liked. She partly conceived his meaning, and was disgusted accordingly. On the other side of her sat Mr. Boncassen, to whom she had been introduced in the drawing-room, and who had said a few words to her about some Norwegian poet.
Lady Mary was very much astonished, so much astonished that words escaped from her, which she regretted afterwards. "I thought there was someone else." "Who else?" "Lady Mabel Grex. But I know nothing." "I think not," said Miss Boncassen slowly. "I have seen them together and I think not. There might be somebody, though I think not her. But why do I say that?
"Lovely spot; isn't it?" "Yes, indeed." "That's Maidenhead Bridge; that's somebody's place; and now I've got something to say to you." "You're not going to murder me now you've got me up here alone?" said Miss Boncassen, laughing. "Murder you!" said Dolly, throwing himself into an attitude that was intended to express devoted affection. "Oh no!" "I am glad of that." "Miss Boncassen!" "Mr.
When they arrived Silverbridge was there and led them first of all into the dining-room. "My!" said Mrs. Boncassen, as she looked around her. "I thought that our Fifth Avenue parlours whipped everything in the way of city houses." "What a nice little room for Darby and Joan to sit down to eat a mutton-chop in," said Isabel.
The Duke, as he looked at Lady Mabel tripping along over the swept paths in her furs and short petticoats and well-made boots, thought that his son was a lucky fellow to have the chance of winning the love of such a girl. No remembrance of Miss Boncassen came across his mind as he saw them close together. It was so important that Silverbridge should marry and thus be kept from further follies!
Monk, all of whom were unmarried, stood by enraptured. But Lord Silverbridge kept himself apart, and interested himself in a description which Mrs. Boncassen gave him of their young men and their young ladies in the States. He had hardly spoken to Miss Boncassen, till he offered her sherry or soda-water before she retired for the night.
It was but the other day that all that you are now telling me of Miss Boncassen, you were telling me of Lady Mabel Grex." Here poor Silverbridge bit his lips and shook his head, and looked down upon the ground. This was the weak part of his case.
There was a pause, so that he was driven to reply. "I found her as I thought indifferent, and then I changed my mind." "Indifferent! What does she think about it now? Does she know of this? How does it stand between you two at the present moment?" "She knows that I am engaged to Miss Boncassen." "Does she approve of it?" "Why should I ask her, sir? I have not asked her."
It will come to pass with some of us soon that we must deny ourselves the pleasure of having young friends, because their marriage presents are so costly. Poor Mrs. Boncassen had not perhaps a happy time with her august guests on that morning; but when she retired to give Isabel her last kiss in privacy she did feel proud to think that her daughter would some day be an English Duchess.
Every now and then she would say to him some little word indicating her feelings of the absurdity of his passion. "I declare I don't know whether it is you or your father that Miss Boncassen most affects," she said. But to this and to other similar speeches he would make no answer. She had extracted his secret from him at Killancodlem, and might use it against him if she pleased.
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