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She had been sent to walk with Francis Barold; he had been almost reproached when he had not called; perhaps her ladyship had been good enough to suggest to him that it was his duty to further her plans. She was as capable of that as of any thing else which would assist her to gain her point.
Just as they had seated themselves, and Lady Theobald was on the point of drawing toward her the little basket containing the gray woollen mittens she made a duty of employing herself by knitting each evening, Dobson, the coachman, in his character of footman, threw open the door, and announced a visitor. "Capt. Barold."
She had been disturbed of late, but by no means considered herself baffled. With the assistance of Mr. Dugald Binnie, she could certainly subdue Lucia, though Mr. Dugald Binnie had been of no great help so far. She would do her duty unflinchingly. In fact, she chose to persuade herself, that, if Lucia was brought to a proper frame of mind, there could be no real trouble with Francis Barold.
She has known the most extraordinary people." In the mean time Francis Barold returned Lucia to Lady Theobald's safe keeping. Having done so, he made his adieus, and left the two to themselves. Her ladyship was, it must be confessed, a little at a loss to explain to herself what she saw, or fancied she saw, in the manner and appearance of her young relative.
Beg pardon, I'm sure, and so does Burmistone, whom I had the pleasure of meeting at Broadoaks, and who was good enough to invite me to return with him." Lady Theobald extended her hand to the gentleman specified. "I am glad," she said rigidly, "to see Mr. Burmistone." Then she turned to Barold. "This is very fortunate," she announced.
She has been looking forward to his coming with great anxiety." "Ah!" commented Barold. "Very few people understand Octavia," said Miss Belinda. "I'm not sure that I follow all her moods myself. She is more affectionate than people fancy. She she has very pretty ways. I am very fond of her. She is not as frivolous as she appears to those who don't know her well."
"She said she saw so many things to envy in me, that she could scarcely believe I wanted to be at all like her." "It was a very civil speech," said Barold ironically. "I scarcely thought Lady Theobald had trained her so well." "She meant it," said Octavia. "You mayn't believe it, but she did. I know when people mean things, and when they don't." "I wish I did," said Barold.
Naturally, it was not very long before the attention of numerous other ladies was directed to Mr. Francis Barold. It was observed that he took no share in the festivities, that he did not regain his natural air of enviable indifference to his surroundings, that he did not approach Octavia Bassett until all was over, and she was on the point of going home. What he said to her then, no one heard.
Lady Theobald dropped her gray mitten, the steel needles falling upon the table with a clink. She rose to her feet at once, and met half-way the young man who had entered. "My dear Francis," she remarked, "I am exceedingly glad to see you at last," with a slight emphasis upon the "at last." "Tha-anks," said Capt. Barold, rather languidly. "You're very good, I'm sure."
During the remainder of the evening, Miss Belinda was a prey to wretchedness and despair. When she raised her eyes to her hostess, she met with a glance full of icy significance; when she looked across the tea-table, she saw Octavia seated next to Mr. Francis Barold, monopolizing his attention, and apparently in the very best possible spirits. It only made matters worse, that Mr.
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