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He was preparing to make up for lost time, when the wild waving of a parasol down a road to the right, coming from the town, caused Annette to stop and say, "I think that must be Mrs. Cavely. We ought to meet her." Fellingham asked why. "She is so fond of walks," Anisette replied, with a tooth on her lip Fellingham thought she seemed fond of runs. Mrs. Cavely joined them, breathless.
"I have informed her that I have an objection to long engagements. I don't like her new companion: She says she has been presented at Court. I greatly doubt it." "It's to give herself a style, you may depend. I don't believe her!" exclaimed Mrs. Cavely, with sharp personal asperity.
Cavely, purchasing furniture for Elba Hall. Mrs. Crickledon had no scruple in saying, that Mrs. Cavely meant her brother to inhabit the Hall, though Mr. Smith had outbid him in the purchase. According to her, Tinman and Mr. Smith had their differences; for Mr. Smith was a very outspoken gentleman, and had been known to call Tinman names that no man of spirit would bear if he was not scheming.
"Are n't your properties to be equal to one?" said Mrs. Cavely, smiling mother like from Tinman to Annette. He sought to produce a fondling eye in a wry face, and said, "Yes, I will remember that." "Annette will bless you with her dear hand in a month or two at the outside," Mrs. Cavely murmured, cherishingly. "She will?" Tinman cracked his body to bend to her.
"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 continued muttering angrily over the Australian wines, with a word of irritation at Gippsland, while promising to be watchful of his temper. "What good is Australia to us," he asked, "if it does n't bring us money?" "It's going to, my dear," said Mrs. Cavely. "Think of that when he begins boasting his Australia. And though it's convict's money, as he confesses " "With his convict's money!"
Tinman despatched a business letter to Annette, which brought back a vague, unbusiness-like reply. Two days afterward Mrs. Cavely reported to her brother the presence of Mr. Fellingham and Miss Mary Fellingham in Crikswich. At her dictation he wrote a second letter. This time the reply came from Van Diemen: "My DEAR MARTIN, Please do not go on bothering my girl.
She knew Miss Smith was tired to death of constant companionship with Mrs. Cavely, Tinman's sister. She generally came once in the day just to escape from Mrs. Cavely, who would not, bless you! step into a cottager's house where she was not allowed to patronize. Fortunately Miss Smith had induced her father to get his own wine from the merchants.
Young Fellingham's appointment to come to Elba had slipped Mr. Tinman's memory. It was annoying to see this intruder. "At all events, he's not with Annette," said Mrs. Cavely. "How long has her father to run on?" "Five months," Tinman replied. "He would have completed his term of service in five months." "And to think of his being a rich man because he deserted," Mrs. Cavely interjected. "Oh!
Cavely, and old Mart, and me as big a fool if I'm not a villain!" Fellingham perceived a more than common effect of Tin man's wine. He touched Van Diemen on the shoulder. "May I beg to hear exactly what has happened?" "Upon my soul, we're all going to live comfortably in Old England, and no more quarreling and decamping," was the stupid rejoinder.
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