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Chittle was a frail, worn, nervous woman, who must once have been comely; her daughter, a girl of two-and-twenty, had a pale, thin face of much sweetness and gentleness. They seemed by no means at home in this company; but Mrs.
You believe me, don't you? 'You have been very kind, in many ways. But you've done harm to Fanny 'No harm whatever, Horace believe me. I have only given her an opportunity of showing what she really is. You see now that she thinks of nothing at all but money and selfish pleasures. Compare her, my dear, with such a girl as Winifred Chittle.
'She loves the country, and is so fond of books; but at her age it's really a shame to live like a nun don't you think so, Mr. Lord? Decidedly it was, said Horace. 'I'm doing my best, pursued Mrs. Chittle, 'to cure her of her shyness. She is really afraid of people and it's such a pity. She says that the things people talk about don't interest her; but all people are not frivolous are they, Mr.
What she heard came through Horace, who, after learning with astonishment the secret in his sister's life, came by degrees to something like the old terms of affection with her, and went over to Harrow pretty frequently. Of his engagement to Winifred Chittle he at once informed Nancy, who tried to be glad of it, but could have little faith in anything traceable to the influence of Mrs. Damerel.
Yet all the time there is a chance waiting for him which would establish his fortune and his happiness for life. Did he ever speak to you of Miss. Chittle? 'I don't remember the name. 'Such a dear, sweet girl, and with really large means. He was introduced to her during the happy time when we saw so much of each other, and she at once became interested in him. Her dear mother assured me of it.
'You have made her worse. And I more than half believe you have purposely put her in the way of that fellow Mankelow. Now I tell you plainly' his voice quivered 'if I lose her, I'll raise all the money I can and play the very devil. 'Hush! no naughty words! Let us talk about something else till you are quieter. What did you think of Mrs. Chittle? 'I thought nothing of her, good or bad.
They went forth again into the sunshine. At the door both coughed, and both pretended that it wasn't a cough at all, but a voluntary little hem. Mrs. Damerel was younger than ever. She had spent October abroad, with her friends Mrs. and Miss. Chittle, and the greater part of November at Brighton, with other friends.
'Of her daughter, then. Isn't she a sweet, quiet girl? Do you know that she is rich? It's perfectly true. Mrs. Chittle is the widow of a man who made a big fortune out of a kind of imitation velvet. It sold only for a few years, then something else drove it out of the market; but the money was made. I know all about it from Mrs. Dane. 'It's nothing to me, said Horace peevishly. But Mrs.
Damerel wrote her friend in Farringdon Street a letter of gratitude, which acted upon him like champagne. In a postscript she said: 'Mrs. Chittle and her daughter have consented to come here for a week or two. They will take rooms at the Imperial. Before the end of September, Horace Lord was engaged to Winifred Chittle. Two years had made very little change in Miss. Chittle's appearance.
Chittle, when she conversed, assumed a vivacious air; the daughter, trying to follow her example, strove vainly against an excessive bashfulness, and seldom raised her eyes. Why he should be expected to pay special attention to these people, Horace was at a loss to understand; but Mrs. Chittle attached herself to him, and soon led him into familiar dialogue.
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