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In vain poor Amphillis pleaded that she had never guessed Lady Foljambe's intention of sending for her cousin, and had never heard of it until she saw her. Then, said Lady Foljambe, unreasonable in her anger, she ought to have guessed it. But it was all nonsense! Of course she knew, and had plotted it all with her cousins.
Perrote, meanwhile, had gone down into the hall, where Lady Foljambe sat at work with Agatha. Sir Godfrey was seated before the fire, at which he pointed a pair of very straight and very lengthy legs; his hands were in his pockets, and his look conveyed neither contentment nor benevolence.
"No," said Lady Foljambe; "I would have white." "Forty-five shillings the piece, Dame." "Hast no cheaper?" "Not in white, Dame." "Well! lay it aside; likewise three ells of the red. I would have moreover a cendall of bean-flower colour, and a piece or twain of say murrey or sop-in-wine."
Indeed, pretty Mistress Margaret was so little inclined to endure such remonstrances, that her intercourse with the inhabitants of the Foljambe apartments would have probably slackened as her circle of acquaintance increased in the external world, had she not, on the one hand, entertained an habitual reverence for her monitress, of which she could not divest herself, and been flattered, on the other, by being to a certain degree the depository of a confidence for which others thirsted in vain.
For their residence, the Lady Foljambe contrived, with all secrecy for Henry might not have relished her interference to set apart a suite of four rooms, with a little closet fitted up as an oratory, or chapel; the whole apartments fenced by a stout oaken door to exclude strangers, and accommodated with a turning wheel to receive necessaries, according to the practice of all nunneries.
"Thou fond thing, there, lie over twenty years betwixt yon night at Tickhill and this morrow. And if the night were back, where is the knight? Nay, Avena Foljambe, I have nought to escape for, now." "Dame, I must needs say you be rare unbuxom and unthankful." "Ay, so said the fox to the stork, when he 'plained to be served with thin broth." "Pray you, look but around.
"Will they smooth your pillows when you are sick? or comfort you when your heart is woeful?" "I don't mean my heart to be woeful, and as to pillows, there be thousands will smooth them for wages." "They are smoother when 'tis done for love," was the answer. Agatha devoted herself to her orange, and in a few minutes Lady Foljambe gave the signal to rise from table.
Sir David's guests at this time consisted of a Major Foljambe, an elderly man who had seen a good deal of service in India; a Mr. Harker, who had been in the church, and had left it in disgust as alike unsuited to his tastes and capacity; Mr.
Then good-nature mixed with furious curiosity came to his aid. "Wait here, then, Foljambe, on this very spot," he said, "and see that nobody touches anything. I shall probably ring up the police from The Hurst. Admit them." In his agitation he put on his hat, instead of going bareheaded and was received by Lucia, who had clearly been looking out of the music-room window, at the door.
And how comes it, den, if a poor man may ask, dat I find here, in de heart of England, a Breton damsel of family?" Lady Foljambe was in an agony. She would have given her best gold chain for the little Breton jeweller to have kept away from Hazelwood.
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