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He swept his hand round, and excusing themselves to their guests, obediently they retired. Lady Busshe at his entreaty remained, and took a seat beside Lady Culmer and Mrs. Mountstuart. She said to the latter: "You have tried scholars. What do you think?" "Excellent, but hard to mix," was the reply. "I never make experiments," said Lady Culmer. "Some one must!" Mrs.
He went on talking in the church porch, and murmuring softly some steps up the aisle, passing the pews of Mrs. Mountstuart Jenkinson and Lady Busshe. Of course he was entertaining, but what a strangeness it was to Laetitia! His face would have been half under an antique bonnet. It came very close to hers, and the scrutiny he bent on her was most solicitous.
"It is we who are in your debt for a lovely romance, my dear Sir Willoughby," said Lady Busshe, incapable of taking a correction, so thoroughly had he imbued her with his fiction, or with the belief that she had a good story to circulate. Away she drove, rattling her tongue to Lady Culmer. "A hat and horn, and she would be in the old figure of a post-boy on a hue-and-cry sheet," said Mrs.
So it was not so hard for the lady to vow to friend Willoughby she would marry no one else?" "Girls are unfathomable! And Lady Busshe I know she did not go by character shot one of her random guesses, and she triumphs. We shall never hear the last of it. And I had all the opportunities. I'm bound to confess I had."
It was clear to us." "Impossible that it could have been Willoughby!" "You see the impossibility, the error!" "And the Middletons here!" said Lady Busshe. "Oh! if we leave unilluminated we shall be the laughing-stock of the county. Mr. Dale, please, wake up. Do you see? You may have been mistaken." "Lady Busshe," he woke up; "I may have mistaken Dr.
The only protection to be found, singular as it may be thought, is in a couple of bottles of the oldest Jamaica rum in the British isles." "Rum?" cried Lady Busshe. "The liquor of the Royal Navy, my lady. And with your permission, I'll relate the tale in proof of it.
Patterne will shine under her reign; you have my warrant for that. And so will you. Yes, you flourish best when adored. It must be adoration. You have been under a cloud of late. Years ago I said it was a match, when no one supposed you could stoop. Lady Busshe would have it was a screen, and she was deemed high wisdom. The world will be with you.
But Lady Busshe would not be satisfied with the compliment of the intimate looks and nods. She thought she might still be behind Mrs. Mountstuart; and she was a bold woman, and anxious about him, half-crazed by the riddle of the pot she was boiling in, and having very few minutes to spare.
The ladies maintained a decided negative, but they knew too much not to feel perplexed, and they betrayed it, though they said: "Dear Lady Busshe! is it credible, in decency?" "Dear Mrs. Mountstuart!" Lady Busshe invoked her great rival appearing among them: "You come most opportunely; we are in a state of inextricable confusion: we are bordering on frenzy. You, and none but you, can help us.
"The rascals would require a dozen of that, sir," said De Craye. "Then it is not to be thought of. Indeed one!" Dr. Middleton negatived the idea. "We are no further advanced than when we began," observed Lady Busshe. "If we are marked to go by stages," Mrs. Mountstuart assented. "Why, then, we shall be called old coaches," remarked the colonel.
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