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The worst happened last week, when one particularly motherly, blooming solicitor's wife, after recounting to us in full detail the arrival of her first grandchild, hoped Mrs. Gurrage would soon be in her happy position! Merciful Providence, I pray that never! The county people are not so often at home, but when they are it is hardly more interesting.
"Why don't you get in, Gurrage?" he said, "It is horribly cold with the door open." Augustus is not clever under these circumstances. He has no sang-froid, and is inclined to become ill-tempered. At the last moment, before the train started, Lady Grenellen tore down the platform. Augustus rushed to meet her, and the guard slammed our door.
"Was it not too provoking, just missing the train," Lady Grenellen said, laughing. "Mr. Gurrage insisted upon having a special. Such a mercy he was there, as I could not possibly have afforded one." This was the first time she had acknowledged my existence. Mr. Billy chaffed Augustus, and we all got into a saloon carriage together.
Gurrage takin' advantage of the opportunities, his partener dyin' youngish but I liked the idea of your bein' high-born, and I was frightened about Gussie's lookin' at that girl at the Ledstone Arms. And you seemed good and quiet and well-brought-up. And Gussie just doted on you. You ought to have jumped at him, but you and your grandma were that proud!
"And where is your promised bouquet, my child?" she asked. I faltered. "Well, you see, grandmamma, I put it in a chair after the beginning, and Mrs. Gurrage sat on it, so I thought perhaps, as it was all mashed, I could leave it behind." Grandmamma laughed; she was pleased, I could see, that the evening had gone off without a fiasco! "I met Sir Antony Thornhirst," I said.
Perhaps it is not enough just to submit and to have gentle manners. I ought to display interest; but I cannot oh, I cannot. It is the very small things that jar upon me their sordid views upon no matter what question the importance they attach to trifles. Sometimes in the afternoons, after tea, Amelia reads the Family Herald to Mrs. Gurrage.
There is often tennis going on on the neat lawn beyond, and we see visions of large, pink-faced girls and callow youths taking exercise. The hostess gushes at us: "Dear Mrs. Gurrage, so good of you to come and this is Mrs. Gussie?" I have no intention of freezing people, but they are hideously ill at ease with me, and say all kinds of foolishnesses from sheer nervousness.
Gurrage said, when she felt sure we were alone, "I don't like it and that's flat!" "What do you not like?" I said, respectfully. "Gussie's goings-on! If you tried to coax him more he would not be forever rushin' up to London to see that viscountess of his. I wonder you don't show no spark of jealousy. Law! I'd have scratched her eyes out had she interfered between me and Mr.
They are coming home soon, so perhaps we shall see them, but I can't think Gurrage could be the name of really nice people. The parson, of the church came to call at once, but grandmamma nearly made him spoil his hat, he fidgeted with it so, and he hardly dared to ask for more than one subscription she is so beautifully polite, and she often is laughing in her sleeve.
She had gracious, beautiful manners, and although she could not know anything about me or my history, there seemed to be sympathy in her big, brown eyes. "This is your first ball Mrs. Gurrage tells me," she said, kindly. "I hope you will enjoy it. I must introduce some of my party to you. Ah, they are dancing now; I must find them presently." During this Augustus fidgeted.
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