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Christars eyes brightened at the sight, and she trod with a more patrician air. The maid a parting bequest of Miss Meliora's, and who had long and faithfully served at Woodford Cottage came anxiously to communicate that there were two ladies waiting. One of them she did not know; the other was Mrs. Fludyer. "The latter would have disturbed Mrs.

In a moment Olive was by her side, talking away, at first softly, and then luring her on to smiles with a merry tale, how Mr. Fludyer, when the picture came home, wanted to have the three elder Fludyers painted in a row behind "Charity," that thus the allegorical picture might make a complete family group.

I don't know anything about the neighbourhood." "Never mind the neighbourhood, dear, since we are settled, you say, in such a pretty house. Tell me, is it like Woodford Cottage?" "Not at all! It is quite modern and comfortable. And they have made it all ready for us, just as if we were come to a friend's house on a visit. How kind of Mrs. Fludyer!" "Nay! I'm sure Mrs.

Jones loved beer, and did not get very forward in the church. Fludyer turned out a scoundrel, a Whig, and said he was ashamed of having been bred at Oxford.

Fludyer never knew how to arrange a house in her life. She had no hand in the matter, trust me!" observed the sharply-observant Christal. "Well, then, it is certainly the same guiding-fairy who has done this for us, too. And I am very thankful to have such a quiet, pleasant coming-home." "I, too, feel it like coming home," said Mrs. Rothesay, in a soft weary voice.

Oh, that this would cease, or else I die!" She was quite alone at the Dell now, for Mrs. Fludyer had paid a flying visit home, and had taken back with her both Christal and the somewhat unwilling Lyle. Solitude, once sweet and profitable, now grew fearful unto Olive's tortured mind.

Miss Christal, after eyeing Olive and her cavalier with a mixture of amusement and vexation, as if she did not like to miss so excellent a chance of fun and flirtation, consoled herself with ball-playing and Charley Fludyer. As their conversation grew more familiar, Olive was rather disappointed in Lyle.

In answer to her question, he said "No, no; nothing amiss. Only Mr. Fludyer would have me go to the Hall to see his new horses; and there I found" "Sara!" interrupted the mother. "Well, perhaps she thought it would be a pleasant change from the dulness of Waterton during your absence; so never mind." He did mind. He restlessly paced the room, angry with his mother, himself with the whole world.

She stood a little aside, and did not speak, but Olive, labouring under the weight of Mrs. Mudyer's gracious inquiries, felt that the old lady's eyes were carefully reading her face. At last Mrs. Fludyer made a motion of introduction.

"And she has asked after you in all her letters since she went home. So she must be a good creature: and I, too, will like her very much indeed, because she likes my sweet mamma." The determination was soon called into exercise; for the next half-hour, to the surprise of all parties, Mrs. Fludyer appeared.