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From motives of her own Cassandra dissuaded him. "But don't you think it's a little unsociable?" he hazarded. "Why not do something amusing? go to the play, for instance? Why not ask Katharine and Ralph, eh?" The coupling of their names in this manner caused Cassandra's heart to leap with pleasure. "Don't you think they must be ?" she began, but William hastily took her up.
Miss Cassandra's eyes were brimming over with tears, and I was more ready to weep than to laugh, when Walter, as usual, came to the rescue with his sound common sense, saying to Lydia, whose modesty and reserve were distinctly shocked by the idea of having made a scene.
"And how about Mercedes?" "She is almost Cassandra's age, and they are sure to be friends." "Aha! had it all planned out, did you, little sly-boots?" laughed the woman, gently pinching the flushing cheek of the embarrassed Carrie. "There, dear, I was just teasing. I want to please all my girls, but sometimes I have to disappoint them a little.
All that Lydia said, when she found herself in Miss Cassandra's embrace, was "I am so ashamed of myself for losing my head. I think I was just a little dizzy, and I was so afraid of falling from that wall." "Don't think about it, dear," said Miss Cassandra, "now that you are safe and sound, thanks to Dr. Vernon."
"I have a lively appreciation, at this instant, of Cassandra's agonies when Troilus named her 'our mad sister! 'Woe! woe! woe! Let us pay betimes A moiety of that mass of moans to come!" Laughing anew at her frantic rush from the chamber, Mabel sat down in the broad window-seat to read her love-letter.
In the less cultivated places, heather blooms luxuriantly and yellow gorse which attracted Miss Cassandra's trained botanist's eye, and she suddenly quoted the old Scotch saw, with about the same appropriateness as some of the remarks of "Mr.
Katharine's common sense, which had been in abeyance for the past week or two, still failed her, and she could only ask, "But where's your luggage?" in the vague belief that to take lodgings depended entirely upon a sufficiency of luggage. Cassandra's reply, "I've lost my luggage," in no way helped her to a conclusion. "You've lost your luggage," she repeated.
"Oh dear! oh dear me!" sez I, and we both sot silent for a spell. And then thinkin' I must say sunthin' and wantin' to strike a safe subject and a good lookin' one, I sez: "Where is your Aunt Cassandra's girl? That pretty girl I see to your house once?" "That girl is in the lunatick asylum." "Serepta Pester," sez I, "be you tellin' the truth?" "Yes, I be, the livin' truth.
"Keep it for me, Katharine." "I assure you everything's perfectly all right," said Ralph. "Let me tell William " He was about, in spite of Cassandra's protest, to reach the door, when Mrs. Hilbery, either warned by the parlor-maid or conscious with her usual prescience of the need for her intervention, opened the door and smilingly surveyed them. "My dear Cassandra!" she exclaimed.
I'll predict a long and happy reign for George the Fifth." "My dear girl," protested Clovis, "have you reflected that Cassandra specialized in foretelling calamities?" There was another prolonged pause and another triumphant issue. "I know. I'll foretell a most disastrous season for the foxhounds." "On no account," entreated Clovis; "do remember that all Cassandra's predictions came true.
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