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If he cannot do so, he had better get Hampstead to take him down to Trafford. Hampstead and this young Duchino are luckily bosom friends. It tells well for Hampstead that, after all, he did not go so low for his associates as you thought he did. Amaldina intends to write to Fanny to congratulate her. Your affectionate sister, Duca di Crinola!
The chance was given to Lady Amaldina, but only given on the understanding that she must make very quick work of her time. Hampstead was coaxed down to Castle Hautboy for a month in September, with an idea that the young lovers might be as romantic as they pleased among the Lakes.
Lady Amaldina had probably heard some other version of the story. "What I mean is that everybody was surprised that it should be so long postponed, but that they now begin to think it is abandoned altogether." "Shall we say June next?" said the ecstatic lover. Lady Amaldina thought that June would do very well.
Greenwood endeavoured to be sprightly, and the parson, and the parson's wife, and the parson's daughter were uncomfortable. Lord Llwddythlw was almost dumb. Lady Amaldina, having settled the one matter of interest to her, was simply contented. On the next morning her lover took his departure by an earlier train than he had intended.
But when he paused he had done nothing towards naming a certain day, so that Lady Amaldina found herself obliged to take the matter into her own hands. "When then do you think it will be?" she asked. He put his hand up and rubbed his head under his hat as though the subject were very distressing to him.
Almost at the same moment Lord Llwddythlw made his appearance, having arrived at the latest possible moment, and having dressed himself in ten minutes. As there was no one present but the family, Lady Amaldina kissed her future husband, as she might have kissed her grandfather, and his lordship received the salutation as any stern, undemonstrative grandfather might have done. Then Mr.
"I do understand," said Amaldina; "but there must, you know, be some end to all that. I suppose the Parliament and the Lunatic Asylums will go on just the same always." "No doubt, no doubt." "If so, there is no reason why any day should ever be fixed. People are beginning to think that it must be off, because it has been talked of so long." "I hope it will never be off."
"I have heard of your engagement with the son of the Duke of Merioneth, the man with the terrible Welsh name." "When you once know how to pronounce it it is the prettiest word that poetry ever produced!" Then Lady Amaldina did pronounce her future name; but nothing serviceable would be done for the reader if an attempt were made to write the sound which she produced.
Whether it was that the Secretary of State himself told the story to the ladies of his household, or that it reached them through private secretaries, it was certainly the case that Lady Persiflage was enabled to write a very interesting letter to her sister, and that Lady Amaldina took the occasion of congratulating her cousin and of informing her lover.
"Suppose you don't find after all, Mr. Walker," said Lady Amaldina, as the gentlemen got up from breakfast, and loaded themselves with sandwiches, cigar-cases, and sherry-flasks. "I won't believe anything so horrible," said Walker. "I should cut the concern," said Watson, "and take to stagging in Surrey."
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