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It requires the powers of a giantess to mix a body of people in the open air; and all that is said of commanders of armies shall be said of you, if you succeed." This was Lady Gosstre's encouragement to the fair presidents of the fete on Besworth Lawn. There had been a time when they would have cried out internally: "We will do it, fail who may." That fallow hour was over.
There are three residences in England that might be preferred to it, and, of those, two are ducal." The letter was a piece of that easy diplomacy which comes from habit. The "of those, two are ducal," was masterly. It affected the imagination of Brookfield. "Which two?" And could Besworth be brought to rival them? Ultimately, it might be! The neighbourhood to London, too, gave it noble advantages.
"So!" he said, "you've given up Besworth, have you?" At the name, Arabella and Cornelia drew nearer to his chair. "Given up Besworth, papa? It is not we who have given it up," said Adela. "Yes, you have; and quite right too. You say, 'What's the use of it, for that's a sort of thing that always goes to the son." "You suppose, papa, that we indulge in ulterior calculations?" came from Cornelia.
I began by speaking of Besworth cheerfully; saying, that if he really had no strong affection for Brookfield, that would make him regret quitting it, we saw innumerable advantages in the change of residence proposed. Predilection, not affection that was what I said. He replied that Besworth was a large place, and I pointed out that therein lay one of its principal merits.
Adela's tears stopped. She gazed on both faces, trying with open mouth to form the word. The night before the gathering on Besworth Lawn he went to London and dined at his Club a place where youths may drink largely of the milk of this world's wisdom. Wilfrid's romantic sentiment was always corrected by an hour at his Club.
I need not say that I am not responsible for these critical remarks. Such tenderness to the sex comes only from its sisters. So went a day rich in fair dreams to the ladies; and at the hour of their father's return they walked across the parvenu park, in a state of enthusiasm for Besworth, that threw some portion of its decorative light on the, donor of Besworth.
When she had passed along a certain distance, a shiver seized her, and her instinct pushed her toward the lighted shops, where there were pictures. In one she saw the portrait of that Queen of Song whom she had heard at Besworth. Two young men, glancing as they walked by arm in arm, pronounced the name of the great enchantress, and hummed one of her triumphant airs.
"Very; seeing that we endure the evil and decline the sop with it." "How?" "We have renounced Besworth." "Have you! And did this renunciation make you all sit on the edge of your chairs, this afternoon, as if Edward Buxley had arranged you? You give up Besworth? I'm afraid it's too late." "Oh, Wilfrid! can you be ignorant that something more is involved in the purchase of Besworth?"
Very well. And you want me to think of it? So I will. Nothing like being kind." "Pray, have no fear, papa dear!" rang the clear voice of Arabella. "Well, then, you're all for Besworth, even though it isn't exactly for your own interest? All right." The ladies kissed him. "We'll each stretch a point," he continued. "We shall get on better if we do. Much!
What I did was you know, the very farthest suspicion one has of an extreme possibility one does not mind mentioning: I said 'Papa, if it should so happen that money is the objection to Besworth, we will not trouble you. At this, I can only say that he behaved like an insane person. He denounced me as wilfully insulting him that I might avoid one subject."
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