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Won't you have some more tea?" "No, thank you!" and Miss Pippitt rose, "Father, we must be going. You have not yet explained to Miss Vancourt the object of our visit." "True, true!" and Sir Morton got out of his chair with some difficulty "Time flies fast in such fascinating company!" and he smiled beamingly "We came, my dear lady, to ask you to dine with us on Thursday next at Badsworth Hall."
He had learned something of it from Bishop Brent's letter- -but now that his lordship was staying as a guest at Badsworth Hall, rumour had spread the statement so very generally that it was an almost accepted fact. Three days had been sufficient to set the village and county talking; Roxmouth and his tools never did their mischievous work by halves.
Walden is a very self-opinionated man," replied a smooth and oily tenor, whose particular tone of speech Walden recognised as that of the Reverend 'Putty' Leveson, the minister of Badsworth, a small scattered village some five or six miles 'on the wrong side of Badsworth Hall, as the locality was called, owing to its removed position from the county town of Riversford.
"'Ave ye heard as 'ow Miss Maryllia's goin' to marry that fine gen'leman wot's at Badsworth?" pursued Josey, presently, beginning to chuckle as he asked the question "Roxmouth, they calls him; Lord, Lord, what clicketin' talk, like all the grass-'oppers out for a fairin'! She ain't goin' to marry no Roxmouths, bless 'er 'art! she's goin' to stick to the old 'ome an' people, and never leave 'em no more!
She never saw Walden by any chance, on one occasion she ventured to call, but he was 'out' as usual. Neither could she persuade Julian Adderley to visit at Badsworth Hall. A veil of obscurity and silence was gradually but surely drawn between St.
He was not altogether in the best of humours, the sight of his recently dismissed butler, Primmins, having upset his nerves. He knew how servants 'talked. Who could tell what Primmins might not say in his new situation at Abbot's Manor, of his former experiences at Badsworth Hall?
Several curious glances were turned upon Miss Vancourt as she stood near an open window looking out on the Badsworth Hall 'Italian Garden, a relic of Badsworth times, her fair head turned away from the titled aristocrat who bent towards her, as it seemed, in an attitude of humble appeal, and one or two would-be wise persons nodded their heads and whispered "That's the man she's engaged to."
Returning to Badsworth Hall they found no further news awaiting them than they had themselves been able to obtain. Sir Morton's fussy enquiries had brought no result Miss Tabitha had scoured the neighbourhood in her high dogcart, calling on the Ittlethwaites and Mandeville Porehams, all in vain. Nobody knew anything. Nobody had heard anything.
Longford accepted the favour. "Who is this old fellow, Pippitt?" he asked "Any relation of the dead and gone Badsworth? How does he get Badsworth Hall? Doesn't he grind bones to make his bread, or something of that kind?"
"Oh, he is still in the neighbourhood," said Maryllia, indifferently "He works for Sir Morton Pippitt, and I believe has found a home at Badsworth. His accounts are not yet all handed in to my solicitors. But I have a new agent now, a Mr. Stanways he is just married to quite a nice young woman, and he has already begun work. Mr. Stanways has splendid recommendations so that will be all right."
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