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"The usages of society are not worth much, sometimes," said Euphemia, "and you must remember that Pomona is a very different kind of a person from an ordinary servant. She is much more like a member of the family I can't exactly explain what kind of a member, but I understand it myself.
Now that Euphemia had fallen upon this happy idea, she never dropped it until she had made all the necessary plans, and had put them into execution. In the course of a week she had engaged another servant, and had started Pomona and her husband off on a bridal-tour, stipulating nothing but that they should take plenty of quinine in their trunk.
"Good morning," said she, with a distressing smile. She had one of those mouths that look exactly like a gash in the face. I went home without a girl. In a day or two Euphemia came to town and got one. Apparently she got her without any trouble, but I am not sure. She went to a "Home" Saint Somebody's Home a place where they keep orphans to let, so to speak.
"Nor does your father say a word in his letter to me about Abram Silt being with him aboard that vessel, the Curlew. Nobody knows what has become of your uncle the man who really owns this store. How do we know but that this this creature," concluded Aunt Euphemia, with dramatic gesture, "has made away with Mr. Silt and taken over his property?"
Mary blushed at her adoption of this opinion; and, angry with herself for the injustice which a lurking jealousy had excited in her to apply to Constantine's noble nature, she resolved, whatever might be her struggles, to promote his happiness, though even with Euphemia, to the utmost of her power. The next morning, when Miss Beaufort saw the study door opened for her entrance, she found Mr.
"They have it awful down in that valley. Why, he had a chill while we was bein' married, right at the bridal altar." "You don't say so!" exclaimed Euphemia. "How dreadful!" "Yes, indeed," said Pomona. "He must 'a' forgot it was his chill-day, and he didn't take his quinine, and so it come on him jus' as he was apromisin' to love an' pertect.
This was rather bewildering advice, but Euphemia understood it too little to be either edified or frightened. She sat listening to it very much as she would have listened to the speeches of an old lady in a comedy whose diction should strikingly correspond to the form of her high-backed armchair and the fashion of her coif.
It was soon evident that, while Jonas was as tranquil as usual, Pomona had something on her mind that she had come with a purpose; and as soon as the inquiries and explanations were over, she addressed the Husband of Euphemia with great earnestness: "Jone and me came to see you, sir, about something particular; and as we are all friends here, I may as well say it right out."
Lady Glencora behaved pretty by telling the Duchess all about her pet pheasants; Mrs Conway Sparkes told ill-natured tales of some one to Miss Euphemia Palliser; one of the Duchess's daughters walked off to a distant piano with an admiring friend and touched a few notes; while Iphigenia Palliser boldly took up a book, and placed herself at a table.
"I seen them in the book. But they must grow on a ground-vine. No tree couldn't hold such pears as them." Here Euphemia reproved Pomona's forwardness, and I invited the tree-agent to get down out of the tree. "Thank you," said he; "but not while that dog is loose.
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