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Lily lifted up her head with a bewitching stateliness, and added gravely, "I was offended." "Mrs. Braefield is very kind," said Mrs. Cameron; "she asks us to dine the day after to-morrow. You would like to go, Lily?" "All grown-up people, I suppose? No, thank you, dear aunt. You go alone, I would rather stay at home. May I have little Clemmy to play with?
Cameron replied by an anxious "No; she is still a child, a very good one; why should I be anxious?" Mrs. Braefield, impulsively, "Why, your child must now be eighteen." Mrs. Cameron, "Eighteen is it possible! How time flies! though in a life so monotonous as mine, time does not seem to fly, it slips on like the lapse of water. Let me think, eighteen? No, she is but seventeen, seventeen last May."
"Since you pass Grasmere on your way home, will you kindly leave this note?" "I thought Grasmere was a lake in the north?" "Yes; but Mr. Melville chose to call the cottage by the name of the lake. I think the first picture he ever sold was a view of Wordsworth's house there. Here is my note to ask Mrs. Cameron to meet you; but if you object to be my messenger " "Object! my dear Mrs. Braefield.
Braefield happened to be on a visit in the neighbourhood, and saw her at church, how he had sought an introduction to her, and how at first she rather disliked him than not; but he was so good and so kind, and when at last he proposed and she had frankly told him all about her girlish flight and infatuation how generously he had thanked her for a candour which had placed her as high in his esteem as she had been before in his love.
No doubt Kenelm held his own at the banquet, and did his best to increase the general gayety, for whenever he spoke the children listened eagerly, and when he had done they laughed mirthfully. "The fair face I promised you," whispered Mrs. Braefield, "is not here yet. I have a little note from the young lady to say that Mrs.
So, with a parting nod and smile to Kenelm, she turned away, and left him bewildered. "But who is that lady, Will?" "A Mrs. Braefield. She is a new comer." "She may well be that, Will," said Jessie, smiling, "for she has only been married six months." "And what was her name before she married?" "I am sure I don't know, sir.
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; and, though his house may be larger than Braefieldville, it is not so smartly furnished, and has no such luxurious hothouses and conservatories. My father's tastes are like mine, very simple. Give him his library, and he would scarcely miss his fortune if he lost it. He has in this one immense advantage over me." "You would miss fortune?" said Lily, quickly.
She will bring Juba, and Blanche is very partial to Juba, though she does scratch him." "Very well, my dear, you shall have your playmate, and I will go by myself." Kenelm stood aghast. "You will not go, Miss Mordaunt; Mrs. Braefield will be so disappointed. And if you don't go, whom shall I have to talk to? I don't like grown-up people better than you do." "You are going?" "Certainly."
Lily lifted up her head with a bewitching stateliness, and added gravely, "I was offended." "Mrs. Braefield is very kind," said Mrs. Cameron; "she asks us to dine the day after to-morrow. You would like to go, Lily?" "All grown-up people, I suppose? No, thank you, dear aunt. You go alone, I would rather stay at home. May I have little Clemmy to play with?
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