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"The usual doctor is away," said Lady Atherley. "There is a London doctor in his place. He is clever, Lady Sylvia said, but he gives himself airs." "Never mind what he gives himself if he gives his patients the right thing." "And after all we can manage very well without Ann, but what are we to do about Mrs. Mallet? I always told you how it would be." "But, my dear, it is not my fault.
"A very great pity a person in her position encouraging dissent, especially when there is no real occasion for it. Clara's nephew, young Littlemore, did something of the kind last year, but then he was standing for the county; and though that hardly justifies, it excuses, a little pandering to the multitude." "Cissy only let them have it once," said Lady Atherley, as if making the best of it.
I wish I had known he was coming. I would have ordered a dinner he would like." "Judging by his appearance, I should say the dinner he would like will be easily provided." Atherley was right. Mr. Austyn's dinner consisted of soup, bread, and water. He would not even touch the fish or the eggs elaborately prepared for his especial benefit.
"The dear dear old river! It makes me feel young again to look at it." "Cissy," said Atherley, his arms on the gate, his eyes staring straight towards the opposite horizon, "tell us about the ghost; were you frightened?" There was a certain tension in the pause which followed. Would she tell us or not? I almost felt Atherley's rebound of satisfaction as well as my own at the sound of her voice.
All I could do was to leave the note, to which late in the day came an answer, declining simply and directly on the ground that he did not dine out in Lent. "I cannot see why," observed Lady Atherley, as we sat together over the drawing-room fire after tea, "because it is possible to have a very nice dinner without meat. I remember one we had abroad once at an hotel on Good Friday.
He went forward to meet and to stop the carriage, out of which, at his suggestion, Mrs. de Noël readily came down to join us. "Do not get up, Mr. Lyndsay," she called out as she came towards us, "or I will go away. I don't want to sit down." "Sit down, Lindy," said Atherley sharply, "Cissy likes tobacco in the open air." She rested her arms upon the gate and looked downwards.
And then, such an imprudent marriage a woman without a penny!" "I have never seen any one who wore such extraordinary bonnets," said Lady Atherley. "Who was that young man who bowed to the altar and crossed himself?" asked the Canon. "I suppose that must be Mr. Austyn, curate in charge at Rood Warren. He comes over to help Mr. Jackson sometimes, I believe. George has met him; I have not.
"Well, he was a he was dead," answered Lady Atherley; "and after some time, a very low sort of person called upon Lucinda and said she wrote all the letters; but Lucinda could not get the money back without going to law, as some people wished her to do; but I am glad she did not, as I think the papers would have said very unpleasant things about it."
"And a good many quite new people have come to live in small houses round Weald," said Lady Atherley. "They have left cards on us. Do you know what they are like?" "Quite ladies and gentlemen, I believe, and nice enough as long as you don't get to know them too intimately; but they are always quarrelling." "About what?"
Mallet did on the eve of his death; but fortunately the patient herself, as well as the doctor, took a more hopeful view of the case. "I can see Mrs. Mallet is a horrible old croaker," said Lady Atherley. "Let her croak," said Atherley, "so long as she cooks as she did last night. That curry would have got her absolution for anything if your uncle had been here."
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