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"I tell you it won't do I'm going to dine alone with several gentlemen, and it wouldn't be seemly to show such a lot of myself." It ended, to the dressmaker's despair, in her draping her shoulders in a lace scarf and wearing kid gloves to her elbow; but though these pruderies might have spoilt her appearance at Dungemarsh Court, there was no doubt as to its effectiveness at the Woolpack.
He had some nice pieces of old furniture too, which Ellen was very proud of. She felt she could make quite a pleasant country house of Donkey Street. In spite of Joanna's protests, Alce let her have her own way about styles and colours, and her parlour was quite unlike anything ever seen on the Marsh outside North Farthing and Dungemarsh Court.
"There's not many of your sort on the Marsh." "How do you mean my sort?" "Gentlefolk." "Oh, we don't trouble to call ourselves gentlefolk. My father and I are just plain farmers now." "But you don't really belong to us you're the like of the Savilles at Dungemarsh Court, and the clergy families." "Is that where you put us? We'd find our lives jolly dull if we shut ourselves up in that set.
It would scarcely be possible for her to break into the enclosures of Dungemarsh Court especially since she had allowed herself to drop away from North Farthing House ... she had been a fool to do that Sir Harry might have helped her now.
When their recipients had done exclaiming over the waste of a penny stamp, they were further astonished to see the word "Music" written in the corner Joanna had stuck very closely to her Dungemarsh Court model. What could the music be? Was the Brodnyx Brass Band going to play? Or had Joanna hired Miss Patty Southland, who gave music lessons on the Marsh? She had done neither of these things.
Even in those days Little Ansdore had been a farm of the first importance, and Joanna was at least notorious where she was not celebrated; but Donkey Street held comparatively humble rank in a district overshadowed by Dungemarsh Court, and Arthur was not the man to push himself into consideration, though Ellen had agreed that half her marriage portion should be spent on the improvement of his farm.
To begin with, the invitations were not delivered, according to custom, verbally in the churchyard after Morning Prayer on Sunday they were written on cards, as Mrs. Saville of Dungemarsh Court wrote them, and distributed through the unwonted and expensive medium of the post.
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