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Ordinary members merely subscribe. I am sending this appeal to father, Lord Thormanby, Miss Battersby, who is still there, and the Archdeacon, as well as to you." I breathed a sigh of great relief. Lalage was not threatening my colleagues with exposure in the press. She was merely asking for a subscription. I wrote at once, warmly commending the objects and methods of the society.
I wonder why it is that so many able women have an incurably low opinion of their own sex? My mother would not say things like that about schoolboys, though they are at least equally sentimental and most of them more priggish. She is extremely kind to people like Miss Battersby, although she regards them as pitiably incompetent when their cosmetics are used on stable-boys.
When I was a young man I used to think these pictures were beautiful, but with each successive visit to Battersby I got to dislike them more and more and to see "George Pontifex" written all over both of them. In the end I ventured after a tentative fashion to blow on them a little, but Theobald and his wife were up in arms at once.
If a governess could be found in the world who would stamp about the floor and shriek that word, or if Miss Battersby would learn the habit of violent profanity, Lalage would quite like her. It was a definite concession.
She doesn't mean to be vindictive in the least. She seemed to think " "Surely not that the Archdeacon will like it?" "Hardly that; but that under the circumstances his feelings would be hurt if any one else was asked to perform the ceremony." "After all," I said, "there's still Miss Battersby. He can't complain." "She's to be a bridesmaid. So is Hilda, of course."
Williams, but he is out of town, then to the Wardrobe. Hither come Mr. Battersby; and we falling into a discourse of a new book of drollery in verse called Hudebras, He subsequently endeavoured to appreciate the work, but was not successful. I would needs go find it out, and met with it at the Temple: cost me 2s. 6d.
"I have the office here," she said, "because it's the only place where I can be quite sure she won't follow me." This time I understood thoroughly what was said to me. Cattersby that is to say, Miss Battersby if she were the sort of person who mourned over torn frocks, and if, as Lalage suggested, she liked clothes, would be very unwilling to follow any one into the recesses of the pigsty.
My first impulse was to start for home with a sigh of relief.. Then I remembered that some one would have to explain to Lalage and Miss Battersby that Hilda and her mother had really gone. The Canon would not be able to do this because he had gone out fishing before they left. The maid was obviously a stupid girl.
The weather was cold and raw the very ideal of a November day; in one part of the road the floods were out, and near here they had to pass through a number of horsemen and dogs, for the hounds had met that morning at a place near Battersby. Ernest saw several people whom he knew, but they either, as is most likely, did not recognise him, or did not know of his good luck.
Warwicke and my Lord Treasurer's, but failed in my business; so home and in Fenchurch-streete met with Mr. Battersby; says he, "Do you see Dan Rawlinson's door shut up?" "Why," says he, "after all the sickness, and himself spending all the last year in the country, one of his men is now dead of the plague, and his wife and one of his mayds sicke, and himself shut up;" which troubles me mightily.
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