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"I have yet to understand that Mr. Prosper is owner of the church, and the path there from the rectory is, at any rate, open to the public;" for at Buston the church stands on one corner of the park. This went on for two or three days, during which nothing farther was said by the family as to Harry's woes. A letter was sent off to Mrs.
The letter must be courteous, and somewhat tender, but it must be absolutely decisive. There must be no loop-hole left by which she could again entangle him, no crevice by which she could creep into Buston. The letter should be a work of time. He would give himself a week or ten days for composing it. And then, when it should have been sent, he would be off to Italy.
"Of course after that there couldn't be a marriage." "I don't quite see why not," said Joe. "I call you Molly, and I expect you to marry me." "And I call you Joe, and I expect you to marry me; but we ain't quite the same." "The Squire of Buston," said Joe, "considers himself Squire of Buston.
There was almost more trouble taken down at Buston about Harry's marriage than his sister's, though Harry was to be married at Cheltenham; and only his father, and one of his sisters as a bride's maid, were to go down to assist upon the occasion. His father was to marry them.
Then had come his uncle's offer, that generous offer under which Harry was to bring his wife to Buston Hall, and live there during half the year, and to receive an increased allowance for his maintenance during the other half. As he thought of his ways and means he fancied that they would be almost rich.
Why not make your own girl happy by accepting him?" Then Mrs. Mountjoy left the room and went to her own chamber and cried there, not bitterly, I think, but copiously. Her girl would be the wife of the squire of Buston, who, after all, was not a bad sort of fellow. At any rate he would not gamble. There had always been that terrible drawback.
The story was told to Joe Thoroughbung in order that it might be passed on to his aunt, and no doubt it did travel as it was intended. But Miss Thoroughbung cared nothing for the pomatum with which the lawyer from London was to be received. It would be very hard to laugh her out of her lover while the title-deeds to Buston held good. But Mr.
Then Matthew retired, and the Squire of Buston felt that five minutes might be allowed to collect himself, and the mutton-chop bone need not be removed. When the five minutes were over, with slow steps he walked across the intervening billiard-room, and slowly opened the drawing-room door. Would she rush into his arms, and kiss him again as he entered?
So she determined to punish the gentleman, and went out to Buston Hall and called him Peter Prosper. We may doubt, however, whether she had ever realized how terribly her scourges would wale him. "And to think that you would let it come round to me in that way, through the young people, writing about it just as a joke!" "I never wrote about it like a joke," said Mr. Prosper, almost crying.
Of course mamma thinks that Joshua need not write to Molly, but Molly won't mind." "I don't think anything of the kind, miss." "And besides, Joshua lives in the next parish," said Fanny, "and has a horse to ride over on if he has anything to say." "At any rate, I shall write," said Harry, "even at the risk of making her angry." And he did write as follows: "BUSTON, October, 188 .
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