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This time he thought Laetitia must have betrayed him, and bowing to Lady Busshe and Lady Culmer, gallantly pressing their fingers and responding to their becks and archnesses, he ruminated on his defences before he should accost her father. He did not want to be alone with the man, and he considered how his presence might be made useful. "I am glad to see you, Mr. Dale. Pray, be seated.
I mean to consult her; I have come determined upon a chat with her. I think I understand. But she produces false impressions on those who don't know you both. 'I shall have that porcelain back, says Lady Busshe to me, when we were shaking hands last night: 'I think, says she, 'it should have been the Willow Pattern. And she really said: 'He's in for being jilted a second time!"
At the sight of Mr. Dale in the room Lady Busshe murmured to her friend: "Confirmation!" Lady Culmer murmured: "Corney is quite reliable." "The man is his own best tonic." "He is invaluable for the country." Miss Eleanor and Miss Isabel greeted them.
"He recollects his cough now and then." "You must help him to forget it." "Lady Busshe and Lady Culmer are here," said Vernon, not supposing it to be a grave announcement until the effect of it on Mrs. Mountstuart admonished him. She dropped her voice: "Engage my fair friend for one of your walks the moment we rise from table. You may have to rescue her; but do. I mean it."
"Dr. Middleton and his daughter." "They have not left us." "The Middletons are here?" "They are here, yes. Why should they have left Patterne?" "Why?" "Yes. They are likely to stay some days longer." "Goodness!" "There is no ground for any report to the contrary, Lady Culmer." "No ground!" Lady Culmer called out to Lady Busshe. A cry came back from that startled dame. "She has refused him!"
"The very object of our call!" exclaimed Lady Culmer. "I have to confess I am in dire alarm about mine," Lady Busshe nodded across the table at Clara. "Oh! you may shake your head, but I would rather hear a rough truth than the most complimentary evasion." "How would you define a rough truth, Dr. Middleton?" said Mrs. Mountstuart.
"As positive as the Pole to the needle." "She has not refused him?" "Ask your own sagacity." "Accepted?" "Wait." "And all the world's ahead of me! Now, Mrs. Mountstuart, you are oracle. Riddles, if you like, only speak. If we can't have corn, why, give us husks." "Is any one of us able to anticipate events, Lady Busshe?" "Yes, I believe that you are. I bow to you. I do sincerely.
"I can calculate on Colonel De Craye and our porcelain beauty for any quantity of sparkles, if you promise that. They play well together. You are not to be one of the gods to-night, but a kind of Jupiter's cup-bearer; Juno's, if you like; and Lady Busshe and Lady Culmer, and all your admirers shall know subsequently what you have done. You see my alarm.
They were succeeding brilliantly when Vernon put a stop to it by marching him off to hard labour. Mrs. Mountstuart was led away to inspect the beautiful porcelain service, the present of Lady Busshe.
He met Laetitia and rescued her from Lady Busshe, murmuring, with the air of a lover who says, "my love! my sweet!" that she had done rightly to come and come at once. Her father had been thrown into the proper condition of clammy nervousness to create the impression. Laetitia's anxiety sat prettily on her long eyelashes as she bent over him in his chair. Hereupon Dr.
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