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Updated: June 1, 2025
I do not know whether Miss Battersby's advice was asked. Mine certainly was not. Nor was I told at the time the result of the deliberations. That leaked out long afterward, when the wedding was over and we had returned home to settle down, I scarcely hoped, in peace.
"It was put there," said Lalage, who seemed to know that I was thinking of the trough, "after they had done cleaning out the sty, so that it wouldn't go rotten in the wet before we got some more young pigs." "Was that Miss Battersby's idea?" "No, it wasn't. Cattersby wouldn't think of anything half so useful. All she cares about is sums and history and lessony things.
"I suppose," said my mother after a pause, "that you want to hear the whole account of Lalage's latest escapade?" "Miss Battersby's version of it," I said. "I heard the Canon's after luncheon." "And that story of yours about the Archdeacon " "That," I said, "was my way of introducing the subject without displaying what might strike you as vulgar curiosity.
What she said about Lalage I do not know, for the subject was dropped when I entered the room, but Miss Battersby's position evidently commanded my mother's sympathy. Shortly after leaving the rectory she was established, on my mother's recommendation, in Thormanby Park. Lord Thormanby, who is my uncle, has three daughters, all of them nice, well-disposed girls, not the least like Lalage.
I judged from this that it was not anxiety about Miss Battersby's future that was preying on his mind. I tried again. "If it's the thought of that bottle of glycerine and cucumber which is worrying you," I said, "don't let it. Send her another. Send her two.
I knew Miss Battersby's capacity for bridge, having occasionally played with her in my uncle's house. Lalage understood how acutely the pain brought on by Miss Battersby's bridge would be aggravated by the deprecating sweetness of Miss Battersby's manner.
I have too much respect for you to heckle you with aggressive inquiries as if you were a Chief Secretary for Ireland and I were a Member of Parliament. Besides, I don't like the feeling that I'm asking blunt questions about Miss Battersby's private affairs. After all, she's a lady. I'm sure you'll appreciate my feelings."
"Well now, I really think he's not so nice as Mr Battersby," said Letty. "I'm sure he's not so good-looking." "Oh, Battersby's only a boy. After all, Letty, I don't know whether I like officers so much better than other men," and she twisted her neck round to get a look at her back in the pier-glass, and gave her dress a little pull just above her bustle.
Miss Battersby's sudden resignation was rather a shock to her. She was in a curiously chastened mood this morning." "She'll get over that all right," I said. "She'll be bringing out another number of the Anti-Cat in a couple of days." I spent two hours after the Canon left me watching the building of a new lodge at my back gate.
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