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Cottrell; but, dear me! they have begun to talk about that horrid ball again at the bottom of the table, have they not?" "I say, mother," exclaimed Jim Bloxam, "of course we are all going to this Commonstone ball on Monday?" "Nonsense! I am surprised at your thinking of such a thing. The idea of our going to a Commonstone ball on Easter Monday!
We have installed you in command, and hereby promise attention and obedience." "Honour and obey, Jim," interrupted Blanche, laughing; "but it is the lady who should say it." "It does sound a little as if he had strayed into the marriage service," observed Cottrell.
Jim Bloxam looked sharply at the speaker as he lit his bed-room candle. Jim had a shrewd idea that Mr. Cottrell at times laughed a little at his friends as well as with them. "Cottrell is right, however," he said. "It's time to go to bed. After dancing all last night and running races this afternoon, Beauchamp, like myself, feels no doubt fit for it." When Mr.
That gentleman was extremely fond of his own ease and comfort, and when a hostess presumed to take him out to a country ball, he did consider that she was at least bound to find him a front seat in a most comfortable carriage. "Breaks are all very well," quoth Mr. Cottrell, "for tough country gentlemen; but I don't expect to be carted about as if I was a stag on Easter Monday."
Cottrell briefly informed him that there was a note on the table for the rectory. "If you don't know where it is, Smithson," he continued, "inquire quietly. Take it at once; there is no answer; and no tattling about where you have been, mind." Smithson vanished silently, though aggrieved. He did feel that the latter injunction to such a model of discretion as himself amounted almost to an insult.
"An assertion that I most cordially endorse, and so would all the men of her acquaintance, and most of the women; but when you come to ladies in society, there are wheels within wheels, you see. Your aunt and Lady Mary have been rivals." "Nonsense, Mr. Cottrell!" exclaimed Sylla; "why, my aunt is at least fifteen years younger than Lady Mary.
There was a slight pause. "Maybe, now, you'll think I take His name in vain, using it so often. But I like to get at the gist of a matter, and I generally find God has somewhat to do with everything, down to the pleasement, to me, of my bonnet: or the Devil, which means the same, for he acts by leave. Where did you get that Cottrell, Doctor? From Faris? Pha! pha!
Without hesitation Mart lifted one heavy boot and then the other for Munn's inspection. The other silent men leaned forward to examine them. "Nothing but pieces of seaweed," said Cottrell Hampstead. Munn eyed them. Then he turned to look at the floor. "Those are about the size of your tracks, Brenner. But they were made in red clay. How do you account for that?"
Jim, Captain Braybrooke, and the Sartorises are welcome to go, so long as the rest stay at home." Though silent, Pansey Cottrell had been an amused auditor of the previous conversation.
As a rule, Pansey Cottrell would have judiciously shirked such an entertainment as the one which he was now with genuine curiosity taking his seat to witness. Neither host nor hostess ever succeeded in persuading him to do what he did not fancy.
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