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"Dine with me tonight and I'll give you a wine to brisk your spirits, old boy" "Thank you. When I have ordered dinner at home, I and my wine agrees with ME," Tinman replied. "I doubt it." "You shall not provoke me, Philip." They parted stiffly. Mrs. Cavely had unpleasant domestic news to communicate to her brother, in return for his tale of affliction and wrath.
May I venture to inquire whether Mr. Tinman has presented his Address?" "The day after to-morrow. The appointment is made with him," said Mrs. Cavely, more officially in manner, "for the day after to-morrow. He is excited, as you may well believe. But Mr. Smith is an immense relief to him the very distraction he wanted. We have become one family, you know."
"I hate him, Martin." Mrs. Cavely laughed in scorn, "I should say, I pity him. It's as clear to me as the sun at noonday, he wanted Annette. That's why I was in a hurry. How I dreaded he would come that evening to our dinner! When I saw him absent, I could have cried out it was Providence!
Deep, then, was her gratitude to dear good Mrs. Cavely for stepping in to mediate between her father and Mr. Tinman. And well might she be amazed to hear the origin of their recent dispute. "It was," Mrs. Cavely said, "that Gippsland." Annette cried: "What?" "That Gippsland of yours, my dear. Your father will praise Gippsland whenever my Martin asks him to admire the beauties of our neighbourhood.
"I wish I had been with you," said Fellingham. "I wish you had," said she. Mrs. Cavely was her chaperon at the ball, and he was not permitted to enjoy a lengthened conversation sitting with Annette. What was he to think of a girl who could be submissive to Mrs. Cavely, and danced with any number of officers, and had no idea save of running incessantly over England in the pursuit of pleasure?
Tinman interjected tremblingly. "How long am I expected to wait?" "Rely on me to hurry on the day," said Mrs. Cavely. "There is no other annoyance?" "Wherever I am going to buy, that man outbids me and then says it's the old country's want of pluck and dash, and doing things large-handed! A man who'd go on his knees to stop in England!"
I have," he continued, meditatively, "rarely found my plan fail. But mind, I give the Crickledons notice to quit to-morrow. They are a pest. Besides, I shall probably think of erecting villas." "How dreadful the wind is!" Mrs. Cavely exclaimed. "I would give that girl Annette one chance more. Try her by letter."
But Mart Tinman would stop, the fool! to-poor old boy! save his papers and things; and has n't a head to do it, Martha Cavely tells me. They're at him now! They've got him in! There's another? Oh! it's a girl, who would n't go and leave him. They'll pull to the field here. Brave lads! By jingo, why ain't Englishmen always in danger! eh? if you want to see them shine!"
The guest at Elba was busy in adding up the sum of his own impressions, and dividing it by this and that new circumstance; for he was totally in the dark. He was attracted by the mysterious interview of Mrs. Cavely and Annette. Tinman's calling and departing set him upon new calculations. Annette grew cold and visibly distressed by her consciousness of it.
"I am much obliged to you; I do not dine out at present," said the London lady. "Dear me! are you ill?" "No." "Nothing in the family, I hope?" "My family?" "I am sure, I beg pardon," said Mrs. Cavely, bridling with a spite pardonable by the severest moralist. "Can I speak to you alone?" she addressed Annette. Miss Fellingham rose. Mrs. Cavely confronted her. "I can't allow it; I can't think of it.
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