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'How good it was of you to come twice to Mount Laurels, said she. 'I have not missed you to-day. No address was on your card. Where are you staying in the neighbourhood? At Mr. Lespel's? 'I'm staying at a Bevisham hotel, said Beauchamp. 'You have not been to Steynham yet? Papa comes home from Steynham to-night. 'Does he?
Never did bird of Michaelmas fling off water from her feathers more thoroughly than this fair young lady the false title she pretended to assume. 'I hear you're of the dinner party at Grancey Lespel's on Wednesday, the colonel said to Beauchamp. 'You'll have to stand fire. 'They will, papa, murmured Cecilia. 'Will Mr. Austin be there? 'I particularly wish to meet Mr. Austin, said Beauchamp.
I rather suspect Seymour Austin will be coming on Wednesday, and that 'll detain me here, and you might join us and lend him an ear for an evening. 'I have particular reasons for going to Lespel's; I hear he wavers toward a Tory conspiracy of some sort, said Beauchamp. The colonel held his tongue.
And how vulgar! Now I remember, Nevil said he wished to see Mr. Austin. 'Seymour Austin would not sanction it. 'No, but Nevil might hold him responsible for it. 'I suspect Mr. Stukely Culbrett, whom he quotes, and that smoking-room lot at Lespel's. I distinctly discountenance it. So I shall tell them on Wednesday night. Can you keep a secret?
Indeed, though we admit party to be the soundest method for conducting us, party talk soon expends its attractiveness, as would a summer's afternoon given up to the contemplation of an encounter of rams' heads. Let us be quit of Mr. Grancey Lespel's lamentations. The Whig gentleman had some reason to complain.
'Austin won't be at Lespel's. And he must bear it, for the sake of peace. 'Is Nevil ruined with his uncle, papa? 'Not a bit, I should imagine. It's Romfrey's fun. 'And this disgraceful squib is a part of the fun? 'That I know nothing about, my dear. I'm sorry, but there's pitch and tar in politics as well as on shipboard. 'I do not see that there should be, said Cecilia resolutely.
Never did bird of Michaelmas fling off water from her feathers more thoroughly than this fair young lady the false title she pretended to assume. 'I hear you're of the dinner party at Grancey Lespel's on Wednesday, the colonel said to Beauchamp. 'You'll have to stand fire. 'They will, papa, murmured Cecilia. 'Will Mr. Austin be there? 'I particularly wish to meet Mr. Austin, said Beauchamp.
About noon the day following, on board the steam-yacht of the Countess of Menai, Cecil was very much astonished to see Mr. Romfrey descending into a boat hard by, from Grancey Lespel's hired cutter. Steam was up, and the countess was off for a cruise in the Channel, as it was not a race-day, but seeing Mr. Romfrey's hand raised, she spoke to Cecil, and immediately gave orders to wait for the boat.
'How good it was of you to come twice to Mount Laurels, said she. 'I have not missed you to-day. No address was on your card. Where are you staying in the neighbourhood? At Mr. Lespel's? 'I'm staying at a Bevisham hotel, said Beauchamp. 'You have not been to Steynham yet? Papa comes home from Steynham to- night. 'Does he?
I rather suspect Seymour Austin will be coming on Wednesday, and that 'll detain me here, and you might join us and lend him an ear for an evening. 'I have particular reasons for going to Lespel's; I hear he wavers toward a Tory conspiracy of some sort, said Beauchamp. The colonel held his tongue.
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