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Upon a general flat tint of duck's-egg green appeared quaint patterns of conventional foliage, and birds, done in bright auburn, several shades nearer to redbreast-red than was Ethelberta's hair, which was thus thrust further towards brown by such juxtaposition a possible reason for the choice of tint.
Her father was there, and began telling her of a surprising change in Menlove an unasked-for concession to their cause, and a vow of secrecy which he could not account for, unless any friend of Ethelberta's had bribed her. 'O no that cannot be, said she. Any influence of Lord Mountclere to that effect was the last thing that could enter her thoughts.
In the ripple of conversation Ethelberta's clear voice could occasionally be heard, and her young sister could see that her eyes were bright, and her face beaming, as if divers social wants and looming penuriousness had never been within her experience. Mr. Doncastle was quite absorbed in what she was saying. So was the queer old man whom Menlove had called Lord Mountclere.
Picotee opened the door, and said, with an anxiety transcending Ethelberta's, 'Well? 'O, will you tell Mrs. Petherwin that Mr. Julian says he'll wait. 'You were not to ask him to wait, said Ethelberta, within. 'I know that, said Joey, 'and I didn't. He's doing that out of his own head. 'Then let Mr. Julian wait, by all means, said Ethelberta.
He was a thin, elderly man, with grey hair; that a great anxiety pervaded him was as plainly visible as were his features. Without entering the inn, he came up at once to old John. 'Have you anything going to Knollsea this morning that I can get a lift in? said the pedestrian no other than Ethelberta's father. 'Nothing empty, that I know of. 'Or carrier? 'No.
'What you, Neigh! how strange, came from Ladywell's lips before he had time to recollect that great coolness existed between himself and Neigh on Ethelberta's account, which had led to the reduction of their intimacy to the most attenuated of nods and good-mornings ever since the Harlequin- rose incident at Cripplegate. 'Yes; it is rather strange, said Neigh, with saturnine evenness.
Picotee felt, and so probably felt the writer of the letter, that such a visit would not be very practicable just now; but it was a pleasant idea, and for fastening dreams upon was better than nothing. Such musings were encouraged also by Ethelberta's remarks as the dressing went on. 'We will have a change soon, she said; 'we will go out of town for a few days. It will do good in many ways.
She next went up to the servants' bedrooms, and to where Cornelia slept. On Ethelberta's entrance Cornelia looked up from a perfect wonder of a bonnet, which she held in her hands. At sight of Ethelberta the look of keen interest in her work changed to one of gaiety.
Ethelberta's thoughts, however, had flown at that moment to the approaching situation at her aunt's hotel: it would be extremely embarrassing if he should go there. 'Where do you stay, Lord Mountclere? she said. Thus directly asked, he could not but commit himself to the name of the hotel he had been accustomed to patronize, which was one in the upper part of the city.
'Where no other is acted upon, it is practically the universal one, he replied gaily. And then Ethelberta's elderly admirer bade her adieu, and away the whole party drove in a long train over the hills towards the valley wherein stood Enckworth Court.
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