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One step there warned him that he was in the jaws of the world. We have the phrase, that a man is himself under certain trying circumstances. There is no need to say it of Sir Willoughby: he was thrice himself when danger menaced, himself inspired him. He could read at a single glance the Polyphemus eye in the general head of a company. Lady Busshe, Lady Culmer, Mrs. Mountstuart, Mr.
They were regarded in the county as the most indulgent of nonentities, and she as little as Lady Busshe was restrained from the burning topic in their presence. She pronounced: "Each party is right, and each is wrong." A dry: "I shall shriek!" came from Lady Busshe. "Cruel!" groaned Lady Culmer. "Mixed, you are all wrong. Disentangled, you are each of you right.
"But the fact is, Mrs. Mountstuart is made for cleverness!" "I think, my lady, Laetitia Dale is to the full as clever as any of the stars Mrs. Mountstuart assembles, or I." "Talkative cleverness, I mean." "In conversation as well. Perhaps you have not yet given her a chance." "Yes, yes, she is clever, of course, poor dear. She is looking better too." "Handsome, I thought," said Lady Culmer.
True, the famous Billy Culmer, of the British navy, under a system of selection found himself a midshipman still at fifty-six, and then declined a commission on the ground that he preferred to continue senior midshipman rather than be the junior lieutenant; but the injustice, if so it were, to Billy, and to many others, had put the ships into the hands of captains in the prime of life.
He swept his hand round, and excusing themselves to their guests, obediently they retired. Lady Busshe at his entreaty remained, and took a seat beside Lady Culmer and Mrs. Mountstuart. She said to the latter: "You have tried scholars. What do you think?" "Excellent, but hard to mix," was the reply. "I never make experiments," said Lady Culmer. "Some one must!" Mrs.
A simple-seeming word of this import is the triumph of the spiritual, and where it passes for coin of value, the society has reached a high refinement: Arcadian by the aesthetic route. Observation of Willoughby was not, as Miss Eleanor Patterne pointed out to Lady Culmer, drawn down to the leg, but directed to estimate him from the leg upward. That, however, is prosaic. Dwell a short space on Mrs.
"And have you many more clever stories, Colonel De Craye?" said Lady Busshe. "Ah! my lady, when the tree begins to count its gold 'tis nigh upon bankruptcy." "Poetic!" ejaculated Lady Culmer, spying at Miss Middleton's rippled countenance, and noting that she and Sir Willoughby had not interchanged word or look.
"There's a regiment of us on view and ready for inspection." Colonel De Craye bowed to her, but she would not be foiled. "Miss Middleton's admirers are always on view." said he. "Are they to be seen?" said Lady Busshe. Clara made her face a question, with a laudable smoothness. "The wedding-presents," Lady Culmer explained. "No."
"You," said Lady Culmer, "have the advantage of us in a closer acquaintance with Miss Middleton. You know her tastes, and how far they have been consulted in the little souvenirs already grouped somewhere, although not yet for inspection. I am at sea. And here is Lady Busshe in deadly alarm.
"Dr. Middleton and his daughter." "They have not left us." "The Middletons are here?" "They are here, yes. Why should they have left Patterne?" "Why?" "Yes. They are likely to stay some days longer." "Goodness!" "There is no ground for any report to the contrary, Lady Culmer." "No ground!" Lady Culmer called out to Lady Busshe. A cry came back from that startled dame. "She has refused him!"
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