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Indeed, the hopeless resignation that had at first settled down on some of their faces had given place to a most obvious resentment; but what did that matter to Mr. MacNachten, who was not looking their way? Again and again Sir Hugh Cunyngham forlornly pulled out his watch, but the hint was not taken.
When he went along to Adelaide Crescent, Lady Cunyngham and her daughter were both at home; and it was with a sense of joyous relief and yet with a touch of disquietude too that he found himself ascending the soft-carpeted stairs.
And at last his patience, or his obstinacy, was rewarded; he saw two figures away along there that he instantly recognized; even at a greater distance he could have told that one of these was Honnor Cunyngham, for who else in all England walked like that?
What Honnor Cunyngham thought of the arrangement, it is impossible to say, but the invitation was none of her giving: no doubt it was merely a little compliment in acknowledgment of Mr. Moore's kindness of the preceding night. However, when the barouche pulled up in front of a house in Adelaide Crescent, Mr. Moore had his own proposal to make.
"Oh, yes; I am often sending flies to Miss Cunyngham," was the answer. "Oh, Miss Cunyngham?" said Lionel. "It is for her I want some flies." "Very well, sir, I will make up a small packet, and send it to her? Miss Cunyngham has an account with me " "No, no, that isn't what I mean at all," Lionel interposed, hastily. "I want to make Miss Cunyngham a little present.
"Her real name is Lady Adela Cunyngham of course you know who she is." "I have been permitted to hear the echo of her name from those rare altitudes in which you dwell now," the other said, lazily. "So she is one of your fashionable acquaintances; and she wants to secure the puff preliminary, and a number of favorable reviews, I suppose; and then you send for me.
"Ntoniè, tell me, did you read all the news this morning?" "No a little," Nina answered, snipping off the redundant stalks of the grapes. "You did not see the announcement about about Miss Cunyngham?" At the mention of this name, Nina looked up quickly, and there was some color in the pale, clear complexion. "No. What is it, Leo?"
Moore, you are casting beautifully," Miss Honnor Cunyngham called to him; and the words were sweet music to his ears, for it may be frankly admitted that this somewhat sensitive novice was playing to the gallery. His diligent and careful thrashing, however, was of no avail.
Honnor Cunyngham, for her part, was quietly and contentedly munching her sandwiches of salmon and vinegared lettuce-leaf; and no such idle town-fancies were troubling her.
Last time, at Campden Hill, you took a principal part, didn't you? but this time you are merely to be a guest a spectator." "And which are you to be, Miss Cunyngham?" he made bold to ask. "I? Oh, they never ask me to join in those things," she said, pleasantly enough. "The sacred fire has not descended on me.
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