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Miller took a pinch of snuff reflectively, and wondered what Tom Esterworth would "cut up for." "But I am determined," said Mrs. Miller, ere she closed the discussion, "I am determined that I will do better for Geraldine."
"Come, come, it's time we were off," cries out Tom Esterworth at the further end of the room, and his stalwart figure makes its way in the direction of the door. In a very few minutes the order "to horse" has gone forth, and the whole company have sallied forth and are busy mounting their horses in front of the house.
Therefore, when Andrew Miller married Caroline Esterworth, there was at once an end of all hesitation as to how he was to be treated amongst them. Meadowshire might wonder at Miss Caroline's taste, but it kept its wonder to itself, and held out the right hand of fellowship to Andrew Miller then and ever after.
I will give him a talking to if you like, but you and your husband must let Pussy have her own way; it is the least you can do after his conduct; and don't worry about his being poor, Caroline; I have nothing better to do with my money, and I shall take care that Pussy is none the worse off for my death. She is worth all the rest of your children put together an Esterworth, every inch of her!"
Tom Esterworth smote his hand against his corduroy thigh. "What a mistake!" he exclaimed; "a girl who can go across country as you do what on earth do you want to be married for? Is it Mr. Pryme, Pussy?" Beatrice nodded. "And he can't go a yard," said her uncle, sorrowfully and reproachfully.
Thomas Esterworth had said, that Vera was engaged to Sir John Kynaston. It had all come about so rapidly, and withal so quietly, that, when Vera came to think of it, it rather took her breath away. She had expected it, of course; indeed, she had even planned and tried for it; but, when it had actually come to her, she felt herself to be bewildered by the suddenness of it.
"That's the best joke I ever heard in my life!" cries Mr. Esterworth, laying his head back in the chair and laughing aloud. "Uncle Tom!" Beatrice could hardly believe her ears. "Good lord, what a situation for a comedy!" cries her uncle, between the outbursts of his mirth. "Upon my word, Pussy, you are a good plucked one; there isn't much Miller blood in your veins.
Beatrice, safely on the ground, was examining ruefully the amount of damage done to the dog-cart, and Mr. Esterworth was shaking hands with his deliverer. It was Herbert Pryme.
Esterworth declining the company of the groom, helped his niece up and took the reins. "We will go round by Tripton and back by the common," he said, "and talk this matter well over, Pussy; we shall enjoy ourselves much better with nobody in the back seat.
Five or six times during the hunting season the large rooms were all thrown open, and there was a hunt breakfast held in the principal dining-hall; but, with that exception, Mr. Esterworth rarely entertained at all. He occupied three rooms opening out of each other in the small western tower.
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