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He was very much pleased with our marriage. He said James was the only man he ever knew who was fit to marry me." "So he was," agreed Atherley; "the only man whose temper could stand all he would have to put up with.
There was no one in this stupid village who could cook at all, and Cecilia de Noël, who recommended her " "Cecilia de Noël!" repeated Atherley, with that long-drawn emphasis which suggests so much. "My dear Jane, I must say that in taking a servant on Cissy's recommendation you did not display your usual sound common sense.
She assured me that she had lain awake all night, thinking it over, and had at last come to the conclusion that it must be this unfortunate omission, and she promised to write to dear Henry immediately, to make him send all possible apologies. 'Poor Captain Atherley! exclaimed Anne; 'and what could my aunt say?
Atherley was impressed and even surprised to a degree unflattering to the rural clergy. "This is indeed a rara avis of a country curate," he confided to me after dinner, while Lady Atherley was unravelling with Austyn his connection with various families of her acquaintance. "We shall hear of him in time to come, if, in the meanwhile, he does not starve himself to death.
I want to get him over to dinner. He is a nephew of Mr. Austyn of Temple Leigh." "Oh, that family!" said the Canon. "I am sorry he has taken up such an extreme line. It is a great mistake. In the Church, preferment in these days always goes to the moderate men." "Rood Warren is not far from here," said Lady Atherley, "and he has a parishioner Oh, that reminds me. Mr.
Atherley it was, of course, who propounded this simple interpretation of the night's alarms, as he sat in his smoking-room reviewing his trout-flies after an early breakfast we had taken with the Canon. "You always account for the mechanism, but not for the effect. Why should indigestion take that mental form?"
Hann began a-screaming, and we ran as fast as ever we could till we come to the pantry, where Mr. Castleman and the footman was. I thought I should ha' died: died I thought I should. My face was as white as that antimacassar." "How could you see your face, Mrs. Mallet?" somewhat peevishly objected Lady Atherley. But Mrs. Mallet with great dignity retorted
"George," said Lady Atherley, "what is that noise?" The question, timed as Lady Atherley's remarks so often were, came with something of a shock. Her husband, thus checked in full flight, seemed to reel for a moment, but quickly recovering himself, asked resignedly: "What noise?" "Such a strange noise, like the howling of a dog." "Probably it is the howling of a dog."
"There is no revelation but that of science," said Atherley. It was after dinner in the drawing-room. From the cold of the early spring night, closed shutters and drawn curtains carefully protected us; shaded lamps and a wood fire diffused an exquisite twilight; we breathed a mild and even balmy atmosphere scented with hothouse flowers.
Behind walked Tip, demurely recognising the change in the atmosphere, but, undisturbed thereby, he at once, with his usual air of self-satisfied dignity, assumed his place in the largest arm-chair. "The landau could take us all to church except you, George," said Lady Atherley, looking thoughtfully into the fire as we waited for breakfast and the Canon. "But I suppose you would prefer to walk?"
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