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And as he leaned back in his seat, he still looked at the picturesque figure which they had passed, as if he would not have been sorry to see it turn its head toward him. In fact, it seemed that, notwithstanding his usual good fortune, Capt. Barold was doomed this morning to make remarks of a nature objectionable to his revered relation. On their way they passed Mr.
She was wondering, with inward trepidation, what her ladyship would say if she knew the whole truth, if she knew that it was her granddaughter, and not Octavia Bassett, who enjoyed Mr. Burmistone's confidence. "Ah!" she thought, "how could I ever dare to tell her?" The same day Francis Barold sauntered up to pay them a visit; and then, as Mrs.
Barold, but, at least, they did not displease him; and this was really as much as could be expected. "She does not expect a fellow to exert himself, at all events," was his inward comment; and he did not exert himself. But, when on the point of taking his departure, he went so far as to make a very gracious remark to her.
"It ought to make me behave very well," she was saying now to herself, "to have before me the alternative of not being regarded with serious intentions. I wonder if it is Mr. Poppleton or Francis Barold who might not regard me seriously. And I wonder if they are any coarser in America than we can be in England when we try."
"They have been used to Lady Theobald," observed Barold, with a faint smile. "It would not become me to to mention Lady Theobald in any disparaging manner," replied the curate: "but the best and most charitable among us do not always carry out our good intentions in the best way. I dare say Lady Theobald would consider Miss Octavia Bassett too readily influenced and too lavish."
And I am sure Mr. Francis Barold is not in the mood to be influenced in that way now. He is more likely to entertain himself with Miss Octavia Bassett, who will take him out in the moonlight, and make herself agreeable to him in her American style." Miss Pilcher and Mrs. Burnham exchanged glances again. "My dear," said Mrs. Burnham, "he has called upon her twice since Lady Theobald's tea.
"If she had been well brought up," he said, "she would have been a different creature." "Very different, I have no doubt," said Burmistone thoughtfully. "When you say well brought up, by the way, do you mean brought up like your cousin, Miss Gaston?" "There is a medium," said Barold loftily. "I regret to say Lady Theobald has not hit upon it." "Well, as you say," commented Mr.
"Belinda," she said, in an awful undertone, "your niece is out upon the terrace with Mr. Barold. Perhaps it would be as well for you to intimate to her that in England it is not customary that Belinda, go and bring her in." Miss Belinda arose, actually looking pale. She had been making such strenuous efforts to converse with Miss Pilcher and Mrs.
Barold day after day, upon the grass-plat, before all the eyes gazing down upon her from the neighboring windows; she managed to coerce Mr. Burmistone into joining these innocent orgies; and, in fact, to quote Miss Pilcher, there was "no limit to the shamelessness of her unfeminine conduct."
Half a dozen men were standing about her, and making themselves agreeable; and she was apparently quite equal to the emergencies of the occasion. The young men from Broadoaks had at once attached themselves to her train. "I say, Barold," they had said to him, "why didn't you tell us about this? Jolly good fellow you are, to come mooning here for a couple of months, and keep it all to yourself."
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