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Updated: May 19, 2025
Pollyooly had the firmest intention of dancing herself on the continent and in the Americas, and she applied herself to learning the French tongue with the vigour and tenacity with which she worked at her dancing. Miss Belthorp was astonished at the quickness with which she learnt; and she talked with enthusiasm to the duke of his daughter's gift for languages.
This display of ignorance was unwarranted by the fact that more than once, in moments of chivalry, he had carried the Lump up the stairs of Seventy-five, the King's Bench Walk, after the three of them had been taking their pleasures in London. "He's a little boy his grace has adopted," said Miss Belthorp, smiling affectionately at the Lump. "Adopted?
He's such a dear little boy," said Miss Belthorp with conviction, for she, too, had fallen a victim to the silent charm of the Lump. Having done his best to secure the first success of his plan, the duke left them. Pollyooly made haste to have their trunk unpacked; and then, having put on a linen frock, while Emily Gibbs put one on the Lump, she took him out into the gardens.
At last therefore he sent for Miss Belthorp and said: "I er have decided that er Poll er Lady Marion is not to learn the piano." "Not learn the piano?" said Miss Belthorp in the tone of one afflicted with the last amazement. "I er have never observed the er slightest aptitude in her for it," said the duke with perfect truthfulness. Miss Belthorp blinked.
Pollyooly was expecting to spend a quiet afternoon in the gardens and home wood with the Lump and the dogs and perhaps Miss Belthorp. She hoped that Miss Belthorp would have some more important way of spending her time. Of Emily Gibbs she could easily dispose, since already she was giving her orders with a quiet firmness there was no gainsaying.
Pollyooly frowned deeply at the thought that had not Miss Belthorp lingered with them, they would by now have been safely hidden in some recess of the wood. For the moment she almost wished that the Lump were not so attractive. But very soon she was serene again.
Miss Belthorp accompanied them; and it seemed to Pollyooly that she was uncommonly like Miss Marlow, Lady Marion's earlier governess, whom she had found at the court during her last stay there. She realised very soon that it was really unnecessary to listen to her conversation; the chance of her saying anything of any real interest being so very small.
As it was Lady Marion's first day at the court after so many months, Miss Belthorp decided that it should be a holiday a holiday for Pollyooly, that is; the Lump did not appear to be yet ripe to learn even the alphabet. After breakfast therefore they went out again; and Miss Belthorp went with them.
It seemed a very natural desire on the part of a little girl; and, much to the disgust of Emily Gibbs, who wished to have him to herself as much as possible, the duke ordered a cot to be brought into it. Then with the same Machiavellian air, he said to Miss Belthorp: "Lady Marion has taken a strong fancy to this little boy I'm adopting. I hope it will last." "It's sure to, your Grace.
Pollyooly went on her early morning rambles with the Lump; from breakfast to noon she did her lessons and then went for a sedate walk with Miss Belthorp. After lunch she played with the Lump till it was time to drive out to tea with the duke. Naturally she met the same people again and again, and was now on very friendly terms with some of them.
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