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"He slept there, and woke up. Dear, he meant no harm. Next day he repeated what he had heard. You will blame him. He meant well in his poor boy's head. And now it is over the county. Ah! do not frown." "That explains Lady Busshe!" exclaimed Laetitia. "Dear, dear friend," said Clara. "Why I presume on your tenderness for me; but let me: to-morrow I go why will you reject your happiness?
All the women will be: excepting, of course, Lady Busshe, whose pride is in prophecy; and she will soon be too glad to swell the host. There, my friend, your sincerest and oldest admirer congratulates you. I could not contain myself; I was compelled to pour forth. And now I must go and be talked to by Dr. Middleton. How does he take it? They leave?"
De Craye threw the door open. Lady Busshe was at that moment saying, "And are we indeed to have you for a neighbour, Dr. Middleton?" The Rev. Doctor's reply was drowned by the new arrivals. "I thought you had forsaken us," observed Sir Willoughby to Mrs. Mountstuart. "And run away with Colonel De Craye? I'm too weighty, my dear friend. Besides, I have not looked at the wedding-presents yet."
It would be marriage with an intellect, with a fine understanding; to make his home a fountain of repeatable wit: to make his dear old Patterne Hall the luminary of the county. He revolved it as a chant: with anon and anon involuntarily a discordant animadversion on Lady Busshe. Its attendant imps heard the angry inward cry.
She had evidently instigated the gentlemen to cross and counterchatter Lady Busshe and Lady Culmer. For what purpose? Clara's features gave the answer. They were implacable. And he could be the same. In the solitude of his room he cried right out: "I swear it, I will never yield her to Horace De Craye!
Dr Middleton stepped through the window to the lawn on an elastic foot, beaming with the happiness he felt charged to confer on his friend Mr. Whitford. "Ladies! it passes all wonders," Mr. Dale gasped. "Willoughby's generosity does pass all wonders," they said in chorus. The door opened; Lady Busshe and Lady Culmer were announced. Lady Busshe and Lady Culmer entered spying to right and left.
He was further annoyed to hear Miss Eleanor and Miss Isabel Patterne agree together that "caricature" was the final word of the definition. Relatives should know better than to deliver these awards to us in public. "Well?" quoth Lady Busshe, expressive of stupefaction at the strange dust she had raised. "Are they on view, Miss Middleton?" inquired Lady Culmer.
"A porcelain service from Lady Busshe, Horace." "Not in fragments? Let me have a look at it. I'm haunted by an idea that porcelain always goes to pieces. I'll have a look and take a hint. We're in the laboratory, Miss Middleton." He put his arm under Willoughby's.
Clara shook her head: she could not say she was dizzy. She had spoken out more than she had ever spoken to herself, and in doing so she had cast herself a step beyond the line she dared to contemplate. "I won't detain you any longer," said Mrs. Mountstuart. "The more we learn, the more we are taught that we are not so wise as we thought we were. I have to go to school to Lady Busshe!
That will be our report." "She is young: she will learn," said the ladies uneasily, but in total ignorance of her meaning. "And you are charitable, and always were. I remember you had a good word for that girl Durham." Lady Busshe crossed the room to Mr. Dale, who was turning over leaves of a grand book of the heraldic devices of our great Families. "Study it," she said, "study it, my dear Mr.
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