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"A generous fierceness dwells with innocence, And conscious virtue is allowed some pride." The melancholy days of autumn came on apace, and by-and-by the Manor was deserted. The Bruce-Errington establishment removed again to town, where business, connected with his intending membership for Parliament, occupied Sir Philip from morning till night.
I will let the whole village know of your treachery and falsehood!" Mr. Dyceworthy laughed gently. "Dear me, dear me!" he remarked sweetly. "How pretty we look in a passion, to be sure! And we talk of our 'betrothed husband' do we? Tut-tut! Put that dream out of your mind, my dear girl Sir Philip Bruce-Errington will have nothing to do with you after your little escapade of to-night!
Only, you see, I myself should never have thought that so extreme a follower of the exploded old doctrine of noblesse oblige, as Sir Philip Bruce-Errington, would have started on such a new line of action at all. But, of course, we are all mortal!" And he shook his round thick head with leering sagacity. "Well!" he continued after a pause. "This shall go in without fail next week, I promise you."
There will be mees-cheef! Yes there will be mees-cheef to Sieur Bruce-Errington, and when there is, I I, Louise Renaud I know who ees at the bottom of eet!" So saying, with a whirl of her black silk dress and a flash of her white muslin apron, she disappeared.
The cause of the sensation was very simple. It was an announcement in the Times under the head of "Marriages" and ran as follows: "At the English Consulate, Christiania, Sir Philip Bruce-Errington, Bart., to Thelma, only daughter of Olaf Gueldmar, bonde, of the Altenfjord, Norway. No cards." "There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys." "I think," said Mrs.
But one of the best rooms in the house, is the former Lady Errington's boudoir it is full of old-fashioned dirty furniture, and Bruce-Errington won't have it touched, he will insist on keeping it as his mother left it. Now that is ridiculous perfectly morbid!
"Read that," and the lady handed the Morning Post across the table, indicating by a dent of her polished finger-nail, the paragraph that had offended her sense of social dignity. Mr. Marvelle read it with almost laborious care though it was remarkably short and easy of comprehension. "Sir Philip and Lady Bruce-Errington have arrived at their house in Prince's Gate from Errington Manor."
Rush-Marvelle deliberately, laying down the Morning Post beside her breakfast-cup, "I think his conduct is perfectly disgraceful!" Mr. Rush-Marvelle, a lean gentleman with a sallow, clean-shaven face and an apologetic, almost frightened manner, looked up hastily. "Of whom are you speaking, my dear?" he inquired. "Why, of that wretched young man Bruce-Errington! He ought to be ashamed of himself!"
I shall call on Lady Bruce-Errington" here she smiled scornfully "this afternoon and to-morrow I shall send them their invitations. My only fear is whether they mayn't refuse to come. I would not miss the chance for the world! I want my house to be the first in which her peasant-ladyship distinguishes herself by her blunders!" "I'm afraid it'll be quite a scandal!" sighed Mrs. Rush-Marvelle.
Besides, though everybody knows what Van Clupp's father was, they make a good pretense at being well-born, they don't cram their low connections down your throat, as Bruce-Errington wants to do with his common wife. They ignore all their vulgar belongings delightfully! They've been cruelly 'cut' by Mrs. Rippington she's American but, then, she's perfect style.
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