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It must have been some such malicious feeling that prompted Mr. Cottrell to observe, "Poor Jim! He seems destined always to play second fiddle. As at Rockcliffe, he is just beaten again." "Defeats such as Captain Bloxam's," exclaimed Sylla, "are as much to one's credit as easily-obtained victories. He was just defeated at Rockcliffe after a gallant struggle.
She was no more exempt from the true womanly instinct that prompts the regarding of her own chicks as swans than any of her sex. Mr. Cottrell was much too quick-witted not to see that his criticism was distasteful, but he never could resist the temptation of teasing his fellow-creatures.
She was dancing with you when I last saw her some half-hour ago." "Oh, the room was so warm,", replied Lionel, "we came down here to get cool; and then Mr. Cottrell and Miss Sylla joined us; and then Cottrell told Miss Bloxam that it was his dance or you wanted her or something, and " "Left me as a substitute," interrupted Sylla Chipchase. "Ah, well," said Lady Mary, "if Mr.
"She told me, you know, at Todborough, that she and my aunt moved in somewhat different sets." "Which is hardly the case, as you know," interrupted Mrs. Wriothesley. "What do you suppose she meant by that?" "I?" replied Cottrell. "My dear Mrs. Wriothesley, I never pretend to understand what a woman means by doubtful speech of any kind.
"By Jove!" laughed the Squire, "in Beauchamp's place I think I would have been thoroughly realistic the proper thing in these days!" "Well," whispered Lady Mary to Pansey Cottrell, "of all the audacious minxes! Mr. Beauchamp deserves great credit for his discretion in waiting until the curtain fell before he kissed her."
Would indignation at having to welcome as a daughter-in-law a girl she disliked so much as she did Sylla Chipchase overcome the gratification she would feel at finding that she need no longer dread her as an obstacle to her plans for the settlement of Blanche? Upon the whole, Mr. Cottrell thought not.
If he were, I should consult you as to which side to back. You judge his capabilities in all ways so accurately." Neither Lady Mary nor Mrs. Wriothesley could help noticing this speech. It was just one of those wicked little remarks to which Pansey Cottrell treated his friends when they were wanting in deference to his comments on things generally.
Cottrell with the theatrical effect that he had just produced, that he felt the sooner he diverted himself by the production of another "situation" the better. He had crossed over to Lady Mary with no other object than the benevolent design of giving Blanche and Lionel an opportunity of clearing up their difference.
It was with feelings of great complacency that Mr. Cottrell, having lit his cigar, stepped into his brougham. He had dined and supped satisfactorily. He had passed a pleasant evening, and he was in the early possession of a little piece of intelligence connected with that comedy which he had seen commenced at Todborough which made its finish perfectly plain to him.
Wriothesley, to see what that lady thought of the spirited manner in which her niece stood up for the vanquished Hussar; but she and Lady Mary were just then engaged in welcoming Lionel Beauchamp, and the observation consequently escaped their ears. "I beg your pardon," rejoined Cottrell; "I did not know your sympathies were so strong.
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