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"So she is Thorne's aunt. Well, he is not a relation to be proud of." "How vexatious that I should meet him," thought Mrs. Thorne. "I ought not to have run the risk of coming. If he tells Nicholas that I have admitted a relationship it may do harm. Once the wedding is over I shall feel more secure."
Have you anything to say about it?" exclaimed the young despot, in a swaggering manner. "Yes, I have," was the quiet answer. "What have you got to say, I should like to know?" "That I won't allow it," said Jasper. "You won't allow it?" exclaimed Thorne, bursting into a brutal laugh. "And who are you, young poppinjay?" "My name is Jasper Kent, at your service." "Then, Mr.
Miss Thorne had asked him whether Mrs Bold was coming with the Grantlys; and the two names of Bold and Grantly together had nearly made him jump from his seat. He was in this state of confused uncertainty, hope, and doubt, when he saw Mr Slope, with his most polished smile, handing Eleanor out of her carriage. He thought of nothing more.
The grotesque mental picture he had formed of Mary Thorne contrasted so amusingly with the reality that he grinned and might have broken into a laugh had he not caught sight at that moment of a figure riding toward him from the other end of the gully.
"Just for a moment," Miss Thorne explained to him quietly, and she handed him a sheet of paper. "I want you to read this read it carefully then I shall turn out the lights again. They are dangerous. After that we may discuss the matter at our leisure." Mr. Grimm read the paper while Miss Thorne's eyes questioned his impassive face.
"And you see the palace is vacant," said Mrs Thorne. "The palace vacant!" said Mrs Arabin. "It is just as good. Now that Mrs Proudie has gone, I don't suppose the poor bishop will count for much. I can assure you, Mrs Arabin, I felt that poor woman's death so much! She used to regard me as one of the staunchest of the Proudieites!
Poor Lady Scatcherd, when her husband was stricken by the fit, hardly knew in her dismay what adequate steps to take. She had, as a matter of course, sent for Dr Thorne; but she had thought that in so grave a peril the medical skill of no one man could suffice.
Nor was he more encouraged than had been Mr Thorne, by the idea of being attacked from behind by the bag of flour which Miss Thorne had graphically described to him. 'Well, I don't know about riding, Miss Thorne, said he; 'I fear I'm not quite prepared. Miss Thorne sighed, but said nothing further. She left the toxophilites to their bows and arrows, and returned towards the house.
No man plumed himself on good blood more than Dr Thorne; no man had greater pride in his genealogical tree, and his hundred and thirty clearly proved descents from MacAdam; no man had a stronger theory as to the advantage held by men who have grandfathers over those who have none, or have none worth talking about. Let it not be thought that our doctor was a perfect character.
"In that case I reckon I'll have to ask Miss Thorne," he remarked, standing with legs slightly apart and thumbs hooked loosely in his chap-belt. "I'm rather curious, you know." "Like hell yuh will!" rasped Lynch, as Buck took a step or two toward the house.