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"Sir Justinian Barrett married a Miss Purcell, who subsequently preferred the musical accomplishments of a foreign professor of the Art." "Purcell Barrett is his name," said Adela. "Our Emilia brought him to us. Where is she? But, where can she be?" Adela rose. "She pressed my hand just now," said Lady Gosstre. "She was here when Captain Gambler quitted the room," Arabella remarked.
Brookfield knew perfectly why she looked indifferent to the plaudits, and was not dissatisfied at hearing Lady Gosstre say that she was a little below the mark. The kindly lady brought Emilia between herself and Mr. Powys, saying, "I don't intend to let you be the star of the evening and outshine us all."
When his gesticulations had been observed for some moments, Freshfield Sumner said: "He has the look of a plucked hen, who remembers that she once clapped wings, and tries to recover the practice." "Very good," said Lady Gosstre. She was not one who could be unkind to the professional wit. "And the music-leaves go for feathers. What has the band done to displease him?
"They seem to be as violent as the women who tore up Orpheus," said Lady Gosstre. Tracy Runningbrook shrieked, in a paroxysm, "Splendid!" from his couch on the sward, and immediately ran off with the idea, bodily. "Have I stumbled anywhere?" Lady Gosstre leaned to Mr. Powys. He replied with a satiric sententiousness that told Lady Gosstre what she wanted to know.
"There is some talk of the Tinleys wishing to purchase it. I cannot see why." "What people are they?" asked Lady Charlotte. "Do they hunt?" "Oh, dear, no! They are to society what Dissenters are to religion. I can't describe them otherwise." "They pass before me in that description," said Lady Gosstre. "Besworth's an excellent centre for hunting," Lady Charlotte remarked to Wilfrid.
"Curiosity!" sighed some one, relieving Freshfield from a sense of the guilt of heaviness. "I am a Pandora," Laura smilingly said. "To whom?" Tracy Runningbrook's shout was heard. "With champagne in the heads of the men, and classics in the heads of the women, we shall come; to something," remarked Lady Gosstre half to herself and Georgiana near her. An observer of Mr.
When this was mentioned, after his departure, they had made him theirs, and the Tinleys had no chance. Through Tracy, they achieved their introduction to Lady Gosstre. And now they were to dine with her. They did not say that this was through Emilia. In fact, they felt a little that they had this evening been a sort of background to their prodigy: which was not in the design.
Lady Gosstre, as she was being conducted to her carriage, had pronounced aloud that Emilia was decidedly worth hearing. "She's better worth knowing," said Tracy Runningbrook. "I see you are all bent on spoiling her. If you were to sit and talk with her, you would perceive that she's meant for more than to make a machine of her throat. What a throat it is! She has the most comical notion of things.
"What we do," she uttered distinctively once or twice. Among other things she spoke of "our discovery," to attest her declaration that, to wakeful eyes, neither Hillford nor any other place on earth was dull. Cornelia flushed at hearing the name of Mr. Barrett pronounced publicly by her sister. "An organist an accomplished man!" Lady Gosstre repeated Adela's words.
Arabella was half ashamed of the rudeness to which her antagonism to Laura's vulgarity forced her. "Oh! I hear everything," Laura assured her. "Indeed!" said Arabella. "By the way, who conducts you?" "And if, Lady Gosstre, I may beg of you to do me the service to go there also," was added aloud; and lower, but quite audibly, "Mr. Pericles will have music, so there can be no talking."
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