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There had been no sentiment in Henrietta's telling, she had quoted Mr. Dockerell as an authority on Portugal laurels. "Ah, my cousin, Mr. Dockerell," said Mrs. Manson, "you knew him, did you? He's dead, poor man, had you heard? He died last year." And once started upon Mr. Dockerell, she rambled away with his life's history, being one without much feeling, who could say everything to anybody.
She smiled a special smile, only given to the most favoured of her partners. The young man thought how pretty this sisterly teasing was on the part of the lovely Miss Symons; Henrietta saw it in another light. "My crinolines are not larger than yours, you know they are not." "Methinks the lady doth protest too much, don't you, Mr. Dockerell?"
"And you always take the best seat in the carriage, so it is nonsense to say ..." He noticed for the first time how loud her voice was. "Please let us change the conversation," said Louie gently, "it can't be at all interesting for Mr. Dockerell. I am ready to own anything you like, that you don't wear crinolines at all, if that will please you."
Her aunt, fortified by the spirit of self-sacrifice, had resigned what she loved, but she had the reward of being the most necessary member of her circle. Henrietta had had no scope for self-sacrifice, for she had never had anything to give up. In fact she envied her aunt, for she realized now that Mr. Dockerell could never have cared for her.
I hear you are a most alarmingly good archer, Mr. Dockerell, and I want to ask you to advise me about my bow, if you will be so kind." To be asked advice, of course, completed the conquest. Mr. Dockerell had not been so much in love with Etta as with marrying.
She was at a tea-party, for once she had been admitted into the circle of tea-parties, she became much absorbed in them, and she and a neighbour were tracing an attack of influenza from its source to its decline, when Henrietta's hostess came up to her. "I want to introduce you to Mrs. Manson," said she. "Mrs. Manson is a cousin of that Mr. Dockerell you told me you knew, Miss Symons."
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