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Bazalgette smiled agreeably. She wanted to stay a day or two at Font Abbey. The senior flourished out his arm. "Let me show you what we call the garden here." She took his arm graciously. Mrs. Bazalgette steeled her mind to admire the garden, and would have done so with ease if it had been hideous. "This brook is not mine, strictly speaking," said her host; "I borrowed it of my neighbor."
Poor Lucy! she has been a good niece to me, after all;" and the water stood in the old bachelor's eyes. Mrs. Bazalgette tapped him on the shoulder and said archly, but with a tone that carried conviction, "She will take no poison.
Talboys turned pale with suppressed ire, and went on doggedly: "You are mistaken in every particular. Mrs. Bazalgette has no fixed views for her niece, and I by no means despair of winning her to my side. She is anything but discouraging." Fountain groaned. "Mr. Hardie is a new acquaintance, and Miss Fountain told me herself she preferred old friends to new.
Bazalgette began to listen as he wished. "Oh, he called her all the names. He said she was a statue of flirtation." "Who? Lucy?" "Lucy? no! the naughty lady the one that had twelve husbands. He kept warning him, and warning him, and then Mr. Dodd and papa they began to quarrel almost, because Mr. Dodd said the naughty lady was quite young, and papa said she was ever so old. Mr.
That is not courteous. But when the sole motive of an application is impertinence, silent contempt is the course best befitting your dignity." "Dem the fellaa. Shan't take any notice of him." Mrs. "Do you think we are all fools?" Ibi omnis effusus amor; for La Bazalgette undeceived her ally and Mr. Hardie, and the screw was put harder still on poor Lucy.
First, the young lady was not the least shy of Mr. Hardie, but the parting scene beyond Royston had put her on her guard against David, and her instinct of defense made her reserved with him. Secondly, Mrs. Bazalgette was perpetually making diversions, whose double object was to get David to herself and leave Lucy to Mr. Hardie.
Hardie announced his return, and Captain Kenealy accepted an invitation that had been sent to him two days before. But this was not all. Mrs. Bazalgette, with something between a laugh and a crow, handed Lucy a letter from Mr.
Wilson sent Lucy and David out to take a walk. At the gate they met with a little interruption; a carriage drove up; the coachman touched his hat, and Mrs. Bazalgette put her head out of the window. "I came to take you back, love." David quaked. "Thank you, aunt; but it is not worth while now." "Ah!" said Mrs. Bazalgette, casting a venomous look on David; "I am too late, am I? Poor girl!"
He burst into the drawing-room, and there sat Mrs. Bazalgette overlooking, and Lucy working with a face of beautiful calm. She looked just then so very like a pure, tranquil Madonna making an altar-cloth, or something, that David's intention to give her a scolding was withered in the bud, and he gazed at her surprised and irresolute, and said not a word. "Anything the matter?" inquired Mrs.
He is handsome, well behaved, and the girl talked to him nineteen to the dozen. Mrs. Bazalgette could not be sincere in underrating him. She undervalued him to throw dust in your eyes." "It is not so easy to throw dust in my eyes." "I don't say it is; but this woman will do it; she is as artful as a fox. She hoodwinked even me for a moment.
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