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Updated: May 10, 2025
The cheeriest, sprightliest mortal in the world could not have continued gay in her society. Mark Tapley would have met his match in her, I'm certain. Next to the demise of her lamented parent which was indeed an after consideration Lady Dasher's marriage was the source and well-spring of all her woes.
It was so now with myself in, regard to Saint Canon's. Horner's engagement, Lady Dasher's contemplated removal, the idea of the curate's incubus all of which would have once filled me with surprise, astonishment, delight I only looked upon with half-amused interest.
We had been brought together legitimately enough, down at the church-decoration-gathering in the school-room: we had been regularly introduced by no less a clerical authority than little Miss Pimpernell, the vicar's sister: we had then and there associated under the safest chaperonage good heavens! would not Miss Spight's jealous green eyes, that were certain to pick out the tiniest blot in her fellow man or woman, and Lady Dasher's stately, albeit melancholy presence, satisfy you?
The place, too, was crammed, contrary to Lady Dasher's fears concerning the spread of unbelief and the degeneracy of the present age. Everybody was there that could go at all, for it was a year in which we had to be specially mindful of mercies vouchsafed to us. Even old Shuffler, who had not been seen inside a place of public worship before within the memory of man, was not an absentee.
To this day, the mere sight of a fuchsia will bring back to my mind Lady Dasher's little drawing-room; and I can fancy myself sitting in the old easy- chair by the window, and listening to that morbid lady's chit-chat. Presently my lady came in, pale and melancholy, as usual, and with her normal expression of acutest woe. "Dear me, Mr Lorton! how very ill you are looking, to be sure.
On reaching Lady Dasher's house, however, the house-agent's rumour was, to my great distress, confirmed; and, that in the most authoritative manner. It must be true then, in spite of Miss Pimpernell's denial! My lady was in one of her most morbid and melancholy moods, too, which did not help to mend matters.
Had it not been for them, Lady Dasher's existence would have been considerably more monotonous and dreary than it was; but, thanks to their assistance, she was kept thoroughly "posted up" in all the social life going on in her midst, in which, through her own lache, she was unable to take part.
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