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Was it he whom you met at Gothlands? 'Well, what of that? 'Poor Lady Elizabeth! Is it not shocking that he has been making an offer to Emma? 'He has, has he? Well, and what is she going to do? 'There can be but one answer, said Violet. 'Lady Elizabeth came to hear about him. 'A fine chance for gossip for you.
Spending the day with his sporting friends, much to his own satisfaction, till in the evening, greatly against his will, he was taken out to dine with an old Mr. Randall, of Gothlands, the master of the hounds. His nieces, the Misses Marstone, were the ladies of the house well-dressed people, a little 'passees', but apparently not having found it out.
'Her judgment is sound, continued Lady Elizabeth, 'if she will only use it; and when it comes to the point, Miss Marstone's may be the same. 'Is she gone to Gothlands to settle her plans? 'Yes; I could not well have gone with her, for we have four little orphan girls in the house, whom I could not well leave to the servants.
Who is that chattering in John's ear? 'Miss Marstone, a friend of Miss Brandon's. 'What makes her go about such a figure? 'She is very good. 'I trust, by your own practice, that is not your test of goodness? 'I should not think it was, said Violet, blushing and hesitating. 'What crypt did they dig her out of? Is she one of the Marstones of Gothlands? 'I believe she is.
Every rational person at Gothlands thought this letter conclusive; Emma herself was shaken; but a walk in the shrubbery with Mark settled it in her mind that his newly-formed wishes of amendment had then been weak he had not then seen her, he had not learnt so much as at present.
So little Johnnie was his mother's only companion; but she was disappointed in her hopes of introducing him to his godmother. To her surprise Lady Elizabeth was alone, Emma was at Gothlands with her friend Miss Marstone. 'They were very kind in asking me, said Lady Elizabeth, 'and so was Emma about leaving me; but I do not wish to be a drag upon her. 'Oh! how can you say so? exclaimed Violet.
They had come back to the parsonage-gate, and Lady Elizabeth set Violet down, promising to write as soon as she arrived at Gothlands; Arthur was sauntering in the garden, and as soon as the carriage was out of sight, came to meet her. 'O, Arthur, Lady Elizabeth wanted to speak to you. Cannot you catch her? 'I? No. Nonsense. 'She wanted to ask you about Mr. Gardner.
'I know very little of him personally, said Violet, for he was too much an associate of her husband's for her to be willing to expose him; 'but are you sure we mean the same person? 'Quite sure. Did you not hear that Arthur met him at Gothlands? 'No; I have had very little talk with him since he came back, and this fire has put everything out of our minds. 'Of course it must, my dear.
I cannot go along with her, and I must confess she sometimes alarms me. 'And does Emma think with her entirely? 'I fear I mean I think she does; and, by the bye, my dear, do you know anything of a Mr. Gardner? 'I do know a Mr. Mark Gardner. 'That is his name. He is staying in the neighbourhood of Gothlands, and seems very deep in their counsels.
Mark, clever, gentlemanly in appearance, and apt at catching the tone of the society around him, was making a bold stroke had persuaded his kind-hearted, simple friend to believe him a sincere penitent, and to introduce him as such to the ladies at Gothlands, from whom he caught the talk most pleasing to them.
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