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Updated: July 6, 2025
To be frank, I think Lady Charlotte Chillingworth will have me, if She's awfully fond of Besworth, and I need not tell you that as she has position in the world, I ought to show something in return. When you wrote about Besworth, I knew it was as good as decided. I told her so and Well, I fancy there's that sort of understanding between us.
They had gathering friends, and no means of bringing them together. And the beauty of the site of Besworth made them enthusiastic. "Well, but," said Mr. Pole: "what does it lead to? Is there nothing to come after?" He explained: "You're girls, you know. You won't always stop with me. You may do just as well at Brookfield for yourselves, as over there." The ladies blushed demurely.
Now that they spoke to him of Besworth, assuring him that they were serious in their desire to change their residence, the fit of shyness was manifested, first in outrageous praise of Brookfield, which was speedily and inexplicably followed by a sort of implied assent to the proposition to depart from it.
Lupin, for whose seizures she could never accurately account; and looking round, she perceived, sure enough, that little forlorn body agitated, with a handkerchief to her mouth. "As to Besworth," Mr. Pole had continued, "I might buy twenty Besworths. If if the cut shows the right card. If " Sweat started on his forehead, and he lifted his eyebrows, blinking. "But none!"
"Then," she said, "Besworth is not to be thought of. You told him so?" Adela's head drooped. "Oh!" she cried, "what shall we do? We shall be a laughing-stock to the neighbourhood. The house will have to be locked up. We shall live like hermits worried by a demon. Her brogue! Do you remember it? It is not simply Irish. It's Irish steeped in brine. It's pickled Irish!"
He became after a time her attendant, aide, and occasional wit-foil. They had some sharp exchanges: and he could not but reflect on the pleasure her keen zest of appreciation gave him compared with Cornelia's grave smile, which had often kindled in him profane doubts of the positive brightness, or rapidity of her intelligence. "Besworth at sunset!
A schoolgirl's...but you complain of the use of comparisons." "I complain, Wilfrid, of your want of sympathy." "That for two or three weeks you must hear a brogue at your elbow? The poor creature is not so bad; she is good-hearted. It's hard that you should have to bear with her for that time and receive nothing better than Besworth as your reward."
But this is certainly my experience, that misfortune makes me feel more and more superior to those whom I despise. I have even asked myself was I so once? And, Apropos of Laura! We hear that their evenings are occupied in performing the scene at Besworth. They are still as distant as ever from Richford. Let me add that Albert Tinley requested my hand in marriage yesterday.
Pole left them to make his way to Adela and Cornelia. "Now, mind, I expect you to keep to your agreement," he said. Gradually they were led on to perceive that this simple-minded man had understood their recent talk of Besworth to signify a consent to the stipulation he had previously mentioned to Adela.
He went like a pony that is being broken in, crying, I don't know how many times, 'Why? What's your reason? You may suppose, darlings, that I decline to enter upon explanation. If a person is dense upon a matter of pure sentiment, there is no ground between us: he has simply a sense wanting. 'What has all this to do with Besworth? I asked. 'A great deal more than you fancy, was his answer.
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