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I have heard nothing from or of him for two years. He may be dead we cannot count on him. In short, I have decided, after due consideration and consultation with my old friend the Marquis, that you must marry Augustus Gurrage. It is my dying wish." My eyes fell from grandmamma's face and happened to light on the picture of Ambrosine Eustasie de Calincourt.
"Why, the open air and a little walking has done you all the good in the world, Mrs. Gussie!" I was conscious, at last, that he was saying. "Your cheeks are quite rosy and your eyes as bright as stars." "Yes, it was a delightful day," I said. "Talk about chills, Mr. McCormack" Mrs. Dodd's voice carried across the table-"I know Gussie Gurrage, and I don't believe he ever had a chill in his life!"
Gurrage, Augustus yes, I must get accustomed to saying that odious name Augustus and Miss Hoad drove up in the barouche, and got solemnly out and came up to the door which Hephzibah held open for them. They solemnly entered the sitting-room where we all were, and solemnly shook hands. There is something dreadfully ill-behaved about me to-day.
It has always been a disagreeable moment when I have had to write "Gurrage," but never so disagreeable as now. "A. de C.G.," I began. No, initials would not do "urrage," I added, and the distance between the "G" and the "u" showed, I am afraid, that there was something unnatural about my signature.
Gurrage had seated herself in the other arm-chair, her knees pointing north and south, she began about the rheumatism stuff for the "j'ints." "I can see by yer hands ye're a great sufferer," she said. "Alas! madam, one of the penalties of old age," grandmamma replied, in her fine, thin voice. Then Mrs. Gurrage explained just how the mixture was to be rubbed in, and all about it.
When they had gone kept behind grandmamma's chair, and so only received a squeeze of the hand from my betrothed grandmamma told me she would be obliged to forego the pleasure of herself taking me to the ball to-night, but the Marquis would accompany me, and Mrs. Gurrage would chaperon me there. So, after all, I am going with Mrs. Gurrage!
He had no time for more manners, but jumped on his horse and was off in a few seconds and alas! my knife went with him! And just as I was turning to go home I picked up the broken blade, which was lying in the road. I hope grandmamma won't notice it and ask about it. As I said before, there are disadvantages in being well born one cannot tell lies like servants. The Gurrage family have arrived.
And she rushed wildly towards Augustus, who was coming up, her dress held high, showing a pair of opulent ankles and wide, flat feet covered in thin, kid boots, while a white cotton stocking appeared upon the stove-pipe calf that was visible above. The yellow paradise plume floated in the wind, the hat having become a little deranged by her rapid flight. "Gussie Gurrage!" she yelled.
"How did Mr. Gurrage ask for my hand?" I ventured to question grandmamma. She looked at the Marquis, and the Marquis looked back at her, and polished his eye-glasses. At last grandmamma spoke. "That is not the custom here, Ambrosine, but from what I have observed he will take the first opportunity of asking you himself." Here was something unpleasant to look forward to!
"I know Berty will be put off, he is so ridiculously fastidious, and it is absolutely necessary that he should marry an heiress." "The niece is young. Perhaps hers could be softened," I said. "She is so pretty, too." Lady Tilchester looked at me suddenly. She had not listened to what I said. "Oh, dear Mrs. Gurrage, you will help us to secure this girl?
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