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To dispel the unpleasant fancies suggested by this imagined voice, he raised his head, and then the next instant bounded from his chair. "Mein Gott!" he muttered, "it is she." Too thunderstruck to move, he saw his prison door open, and there, behold! stood the Countess of Grillyer, a terrible look upon her high-born features, a Darius at either shoulder.
“We might come in for a few minutes, Alicia?” suggested Lady Grillyer. “Yes, mamma,” replied Lady Alicia, with an alacrity that rather surprised their host. With a pleasantly dejected air he ushered the ladies into the darkened sick-room. The Baron, striving to conceal his exultation under a rueful semblance, greeted them with a languid yet happy smile. “Ah, Lady Grillyer, zis is kind indeed!
Mr Bunker turned his head just in time to see in the doorway the Countess of Grillyer and the Lady Alicia
"Her mozzer vill visit us next veek. I loff and respect Lady Grillyer; but I should not like to have to ask her for forgiveness." "Yes, she has rather an uncompromising nose, so far as I remember." "It is a kind nose to her friends, Bonker," the Baron explained, "but severe towards " "Myself, for instance," laughed Essington. "Well, what do you suggest?" "First, zat you dine mit me to-night.
Even Lady Grillyer was a trifle taken aback at this description of her son-in-law, while Alicia turned scarlet with anger. "I don't believe he said anything of the sort!" she cried. "You both of you only want to hurt me and insult Rudolph! I won't stand it!" She was already on her feet to leave them, when her mother stopped her, and Sir Justin hastened to explain.
This was nothing less than the arrival of the Countess of Grillyer upon a visit both of affection and state. So important was she, and so great the attachment of her daughter, that the preparations for her reception would have served for a reigning sovereign.
“Let us call them then an odd pair,” smiled Mr Bunker, unruffled; “and only hope that they’ll turn out to be the same size and different hands.” The Countess actually condescended to smile back. “She is a dear child,” she murmured. “His income, I think, is sufficient,” he answered. Humour was not conspicuous in the Grillyer family.
Scorning to answer this insinuation, the Baroness proceeded to read aloud the following extracts: "'I travelled with comfort through Europe, and having by many countries passed, such as Germany and others, I arrived, my dear Alicia, in Russia." "Is that all he says about his journey?" interrupted Lady Grillyer.
Take her avay, please!" shouted the Baron, now desperate in his resolution to say or do anything, so long as he got rid of his formidable relative. The Countess staggered back. "Is he demented?" she inquired. "Say, ma'am," put in Ri, "are you the mother of Miss Constance Herringay?" "Of ? I am Lady Grillyer!"
“This leaves me happy and healthful, and in utmost prosperity with the kind Sir Richard and his charming Lady. You English certainly know well how to cause time to pass with mirth. About instruction I say less! “They have talked of you here. I laugh and keep my tongue when they wonder who he is and whither gone away. The Lady Grillyer and her unexpressable daughter I have often seen.
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