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She rang the bell and inquired from the footman if he knew what had become of the papers. Of course he did not know, could not imagine servants never know, nor can imagine what have become of newspapers but he would inquire. While he went to inquire, Lady Castlefort sank down again into her bergere, and again fell into admiration of Cecilia's state of impatience. "How curious you are!
She did not know how she could live out of Italy, and she must convince Lord Castlefort that the climate was necessary for her health. Meanwhile she adopted, she acted, what she conceived to be foreign manners, and with an exaggeration common with those who have very little sense and a vast desire to be fashionable with a certain set.
Lady Castlefort took Miss Stanley aside, after the dance was over, to whisper to her so good-naturedly, how shockingly severe Katrine had been; faithfully repeating every word that her sister had said. "And so cruel, to talk of your bearing about the mockery of woe! But, my sweet little lamb, do not let me distress you so."
"In Mechlin lace, that was some comfort," said Cecilia laughing, and she laughed on in hope of cutting short this sad chapter of sacrifices. But Lady Castlefort did not understand raillery upon this too tender point. "I don't know what you mean by Mechlin lace," cried she pettishly. "Is this your friendship for me, Cecilia?"
"But Louisa had feeling really some," continued Lady Cecilia; "but she could not afford to follow it. She had got into such debt, I really do not know what she would have done if Lord Castlefort had not proposed; but she has some little heart, and I could tell you a secret; but no, I will leave you the pleasure of finding it out." "It will be no pleasure to me," said Helen.
"Is the book published?" She held the paper before Lady Castlefort's eyes, and pointed to the name she could not utter. "D'Aubigny's book is it published, do you mean?" said Lady Castlefort. "Absolutely published, I cannot say, but it is all in print, I know. I do not understand about publishing.
"No, no; do not ring for the footman; he might observe that we had opened the parcel. Cannot you get a string without ringing? Look in that basket." "None there, I know," said Lady Castlefort without stirring. "In your own room then; Angelique has some." "How do you know?" "I know! never mind how. Go, and she will give you packthread. I must have it before Katrine comes up. So go, Louisa, go."
"And now tell me, Cecilia," pursued Lady Castlefort, quite in good humour, "tell me, my dear, to what do I owe this pleasure? what makes you so matinale? It must be something very extraordinary." "Not at all, only a little matter of curiosity." Then, from Lady Castlefort, who had hitherto, as if in absence of mind, stood, there was a slight "Won't you sit?" motion.
"One can read in manuscript." "And did you see the manuscript?" "I had a glimpse. Yes I know more than Katrine thinks I know." "O tell me, Louisa; tell me all," cried Cecilia. "I will, but you must never tell that I told it to you." "Speak, speak," cried Cecilia. "It is a long story," said Lady Castlefort. "Make it short then. O tell me quick, Louisa."
Lady Davenant took the matter with great coolness, was neither shocked nor surprised at this match, she had known so many worse; Lord Castlefort, as well as she recollected, was easy enough to live with.
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