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He had got into some question of politics on which he and the vicar did not agree, and the discussion threatened to become warm, when Mrs. Braefield, with a woman's true tact, broached a new topic, in which Sir Thomas was immediately interested, relating to the construction of a conservatory for orchids that he meditated adding to his country-house, and in which frequent appeal was made to Mrs.
Cameron to the hostess. "Lily has enjoyed herself extremely. I only regret we could not come earlier." "If you are walking home," said Mr. Braefield, "let me accompany you. I want to speak to your gardener about his heart's-ease: it is much finer than mine." "If so," said Kenelm to Lily, "may I come too? Of all flowers that grow, heart's-ease is the one I most prize."
Braefield laughed. "You retain your appetite?" "Most single men do, provided they don't fall in love and become doubled up." At this abominable attempt at a pun, Mrs. Braefield disdained to laugh; but turning away from its perpetrator she took off her hat and gloves and passed her hands lightly over her forehead, as if to smooth back some vagrant tress in locks already sufficiently sheen and trim.
Braefield, with a certain pride in her look. Kenelm responded cordially to the civilities of the master of the house, who had just returned from his city office, and left all its cares behind him. You had only to look at him to see that he was prosperous, and deserved to be so. There were in his countenance the signs of strong sense, of good-humour, above all, of an active energetic temperament.
Cameron, listening to the whisper and obedient to every whim of Lily's, said, "You are too considerate, dear Mrs. Braefield; Lily prefers walking home; there is no chance of rain now." Kenelm followed the steps of the aunt and niece, and soon overtook them on the brook-side. "A charming night, Mr. Chillingly," said Mrs. Cameron.
It is present, close before us, and yet we don't see it; somebody shouts its name in our ears, 'Duty, and straight it towers before us a grim giant. Pardon me if I leave you: I can't stay to dine. Duty summons me elsewhere. Make my excuses to Mrs. Braefield." Before Mr. Braefield could recover his self-possession, Kenelm had vaulted over a stile and was gone.
It is only three months since we came here, and she has been very kind to us and an excellent customer. Everybody likes her. Mr. Braefield is a city gentleman and very rich; and they live in the finest house in the place, and see a great deal of company." "Well, I am no wiser than I was before," said Kenelm. "People who ask questions very seldom are."
He had got into some question of politics on which he and the vicar did not agree, and the discussion threatened to become warm, when Mrs. Braefield, with a woman's true tact, broached a new topic, in which Sir Thomas was immediately interested, relating to the construction of a conservatory for orchids that he meditated adding to his country-house, and in which frequent appeal was made to Mrs.
Mrs. Braefield was right her mind was still so unformed. What she did talk about in that first talk between them that could make the meditative Kenelm listen so mutely, so intently, I know not; at least I could not jot it down on paper.
Kenelm averted his head, and then replied, not with his wonted courtesy, but briefly and brusquely, "I fear I cannot call to-morrow. I shall be far away by sunrise." Lily made no answer, but turned back into the room. Mr. Braefield found the gardener watering a flower-border, conferred with him about the heart's-ease, and then joined Kenelm, who had halted a few yards beyond the garden-gate.
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