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Combermere jolly; even, as he fancied, Foster a little more amiable than usual. It was for this open, outside world that he had now for many years been living; it was not difficult to tell himself that things here were unchanged. Because he was no psychologist, he took people as he found them; when they smiled they were pleased and when they frowned they were angry.
Sharpon, our lawyer, and considered by our friends as a masterpiece: for, as my mother sagely observed, it did not commit me in a single instance espoused no principle, and yet professed what all parties would allow was the best. At the first house where I called, the proprietor was a clergyman of good family, who had married a lady from Baker-street: of course the Reverend Combermere St.
Combermere, sheathed in cloth of gold and very jolly; Mrs. Ryle, humble in grey silk; Ellen Stiles in cherry colour; Mrs. Trudon, Mrs. Forrester and Mrs. D'Arcy, their chins nearly touching over eager confidences; Dr. Puddifoot, still breathless from his last dance; Bentinick-Major, tapping with his patent-leather toe the floor, eager to be at it again; Branston the Mayor and Mrs.
Combermere especially because it was in her house that she heard silly, feminine praise of her husband. It amused her, however, to think of the amazed sensation there would be, did she one day burst out before them all and tell them what she really thought of the Archdeacon. Of course she would never do that, but she had often outlined the speech in her mind. Mrs.
However, Lady Mary was kind and friendly and made Joan sit beside her for a little. Joan thought, "I'd like to have you for a sister one day, if if ever " and allowed her thoughts to go no farther. Thence she passed into the company of Mrs. Combermere and Ellen Stiles. It seemd to her but it was probably her fancy that as she came to them they were discussing something that was not for her ears.
"Then," she said, "if he means all that to the place, he'd better look after his son more efficiently." "And exactly what do you mean by that?" asked Mrs. Combermere.
Combermere's conclusion before she joined Ellen Stiles and Julia Preston, "I'd let her go off with any one! Pay any one to take her!" Ellen was, of course, full of it all. "My dear, what do you think is the latest! And Miss Milton is selling the letter for a thousand pounds to the first comer!" Mrs. Combermere stopped her sharply "Mind your own business, Ellen. The whole thing now is past a joke.
Miss Stiles smiled in her own dark and mysterious way. "Well, Betsy, my dear, I leave you to find it all out for yourself.... I keep my secrets." "If you do," said Mrs. Combermere, getting up and going to the tea-table, "it's the first time you ever have. And Ellen," she went on, "I've a bone to pick. I won't have you laughing at my dear Archdeacon." "Laughing at your Archdeacon?"
That was a stare that has frightened many people in its time, and to-day it was especially challenging. She was annoyed with Ellen Stiles, and here, in front of her, was the cause of her annoyance. They faced one another, and the room behind them was aware that Mrs. Combermere, at any rate, had declared battle. Of what Ronder was aware no one knew. "How do you do, Canon Ronder?
Hawkestone can have no fitter inhabitants than giants of mighty bone and bold emprise ; men of lawless courage and heroic violence. Hawkestone should be described by Milton, and Ilam by Parnel. Miss Hill shewed the whole succession of wonders with great civility. The house was magnificent, compared with the rank of the owner. We left Combermere, where we have been treated with great civility.
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