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About a year and a half afterwards the tables were turned on Battersby for Mrs John Pontifex was safely delivered of a boy. A year or so later still, George Pontifex was himself struck down suddenly by a fit of paralysis, much as his mother had been, but he did not see the years of his mother. The "something" proved to be 2500 pounds, which was to accumulate in the hands of trustees.
He was looking at this boy and smiling at the grotesqueness of his admiration, when he became aware that he was being watched intently by a man in coachman's livery, who had also stopped to admire the lambs, and was leaning against the opposite side of the enclosure. Ernest knew him in a moment as John, his father's old coachman at Battersby, and went up to him at once.
I had, however, a better control over my temper than she had, and managed, despite my passionate thoughts, to smile blandly all through, though it made her ten times worse." "Well?" said Lalage when I had finished. "I am a little confused," I said. "I thought the story was to be about an insult offered by Miss Battersby to some one else, you, or perhaps me." "It is," said Lalage.
Unfortunately the time at our disposal is very short, and it will hardly do to leave the Archdeacon without some practical suggestion for the immediate-remedying of the sad defect. What you will have to offer him is a scheme thoroughly worked out and perfect in every detail. The name of Miss Battersby will probably occur to you at once. I need not remind you of her sweet and lovable disposition.
"You guessed that before I started." There was a short pause during which I ate some of the cold pie and found out that it was made, partly at least, of veal. Then my mother asked another question: "Has she hit on anything unexpected?" "Quite. She wants Thormanby to insist on the Archdeacon marrying Miss Battersby." Even my mother was startled. She gave utterance to an exclamation.
The steamer sails at 11 a.m." "Surely there can be no real need for such hurry. Now that we have Miss Battersby among us the Archdeacon and Hilda's mother will be quite satisfied." "It's not that in the least," said Lalage. "Is it, Hilda?" Hilda said something about return tickets, but Lalage snubbed her.
"Certainly not," he answered, "and if good-natured friends have kept more records of my follies, pick out any plums that may amuse the reader, and let him have his laugh over them." But fancy what effect a letter like this so unled up to must have produced at Battersby!
In fact it would be only right that Theobald should make a profit, nor would Ernest himself wish it to be other than a handsome one; this was far the best and simplest arrangement; and he could take his sister out more than Theobald or Joey cared to do, and would also doubtless entertain very handsomely at Battersby.
It's curious, but she really seems fond of Lalage." "Did she by any chance force her way into the pigsty and find the Anti-Cat?" Canon Beresford looked at me and a smile hovered about his mouth. "So you've seen that production?" he said. "I call it rather good." "But you can hardly blame Miss Battersby for leaving, can you?" "She didn't see it," said the Canon, "thank goodness."
With this letter was enclosed a small slip of paper bearing a message which appeared to have been very hurriedly written. "Please do not be too angry with Lalage. I'm sure she did not mean any harm. She is a very high-spirited girl, but most affectionate. I'm so sorry about it all especially for your poor mother. "Amélie Battersby." Miss Battersby need not have made her appeal.
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