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"I thought perhaps Cousin Donald and Cousin Dick didn't know it at least, not all of it," said Ned. Then his father told him he had talked quite enough, and must be quiet during the rest of the meal. "We who are to be the bride's attendants should go over early, I think," remarked Lucilla.
In the afternoon we went to Browndown, to see him begin a new piece of chasing in gold a casket for holding gloves destined to take its place on Lucilla's toilet-table when it was done. We left him industriously at work; determined to go on as long as the daylight lasted. Early in the evening, Lucilla sat down at her pianoforte; and I paid a visit by appointment to the rectory side of the house.
Do you infer from what Mrs. Finch writes, that Nugent has presented himself to Lucilla under my name? Do you believe that he has persuaded her to leave her friends, under the impression that she has yielded to My entreaties, and trusted herself to My care?" I answered in the fewest and plainest words, "That is what your brother has done." A sudden change passed over him.
I returned to our remote Southdown village; and occupied the room which Lucilla had herself prepared for me at Browndown. I found the married pair as tranquil and as happy in their union as a man and woman could be. The absent Nugent dwelt a little sadly in their minds at times, I suspect, as well as in mine.
Nugent disengaged himself from Oscar whose unfitness to help us through our difficulties was too manifest to be mistaken as he saw us approaching. He pointed to the low wall in front of the house, and motioned to his brother to wait there out of the way before Lucilla could speak to him again. The wisdom of this proceeding was not long in asserting itself.
"And that you call honest!" cried the poetess, hitting the praetor a blow with the stick of the ostrich-feather fan she held in her hand. "Only listen, Lucilla, your husband declares he came here for my sake." The praetor looked reproachfully at the speaker, but she whispered: "Due punishment for a dishonest man."
Nugent Dubourg exercises a malignant influence, and disturbs the family tranquillity before he has shown his nose in the house!" Nothing more that is worth recording happened on that day. We had a very dull evening. Lucilla was out of spirits. As for me, I had not yet had time to accustom myself to the shocking spectacle of Oscar's discolored face. I was serious and silent.
In the supernatural silence, we can hear the baby sucking. Mrs. Finch enjoys her intellectual treat. Madame Pratolungo fidgets. Lucilla catches the infection, and fidgets too. Marcellus-Finch goes on. "Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio." Bernardo-Finch backs him: "Looks it not like the King? Mark it, Horatio."
"Then you should have some woman to live in your house who would be wise enough to manage her." He jerked out the monosyllable, and began, according to his custom when puzzled or annoyed, to stride up and down the library. "That is," Miss Lucilla went on, "you wouldn't like it. It would bore you to see a stranger in the house." "Naturally."
So with Mrs. Mander and her husband beside her, and with Lucilla and the captain by her, the boat was rowed up the river, with Dickory and young Lena in the bow. When the boat reached the Bonnet estate it was run up on the shore near the shady spot where Kate Bonnet had once caught a fish.
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