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And nothing could be as it had been again: perhaps some day she should be a grand lady, and ride in her coach, and dress for dinner in a brocaded silk, with feathers in her hair, and her dress sweeping the ground, like Miss Lydia and Lady Dacey, when she saw them going into the dining-room one evening as she peeped through the little round window in the lobby; only she should not be old and ugly like Miss Lydia, or all the same thickness like Lady Dacey, but very pretty, with her hair done in a great many different ways, and sometimes in a pink dress, and sometimes in a white one she didn't know which she liked best; and Mary Burge and everybody would perhaps see her going out in her carriage or rather, they would HEAR of it: it was impossible to imagine these things happening at Hayslope in sight of her aunt.
Prettier than anybody about Hayslope prettier than any of the ladies she had ever seen visiting at the Chase indeed it seemed fine ladies were rather old and ugly and prettier than Miss Bacon, the miller's daughter, who was called the beauty of Treddleston.
He felt sure it would be a fine day for everybody about Hayslope when the young squire came into the estate such a generous open-hearted disposition as he had, and an "uncommon" notion about improvements and repairs, considering he was only just coming of age. Thus there was both respect and affection in the smile with which he raised his paper cap as Arthur Donnithorne rode up.
Meanwhile news had arrived that Prince Rupert had been compelled to surrender Bristol and several other places in the west, and that another battle disastrous to Charles had been fought at Rowton Moor. The King had been completely defeated, and compelled to retire to Oxford for the winter, and Captain Stanhope and his wife were coming to Hayslope.
All Broxton and all Hayslope were to be at the Chase, and make merry there in honour of "th' heir"; and the old men and women, who had never been so far down this side of the hill for the last twenty years, were being brought from Broxton and Hayslope in one of the farmer's waggons, at Mr. Irwine's suggestion.
But she was very ungracious in her bearing towards the young soldier, although it was evident that he greatly wished to please her. It was Captain Stanhope's business just now to get fresh men to recruit his Majesty's army, and he readily consented to Master Drury's proposition that he should make Hayslope Grange his head-quarters for the present.
Mistress Mabel grumbled a little when she heard of this arrangement, but it did not alter matters, and in a few days Bertram's pony arrived. There had never been much communication between the villagers of Hayslope and the family living at the Grange.
Sixty years ago it is a long time, so no wonder things have changed all clergymen were not zealous; indeed, there is reason to believe that the number of zealous clergymen was small, and it is probable that if one among the small minority had owned the livings of Broxton and Hayslope in the year 1799, you would have liked him no better than you like Mr. Irwine.
After some little difficulty she found it, and to her joy heard that Master Drury was there. He seemed much astonished to see Maud, and Mistress Stanhope was in no little alarm at her travel-stained appearance. "Has the rebel army appeared before Hayslope?" he asked, anxiously. "No," answered Maud, faintly smiling. "Nothing had happened to Hayslope when I left."
Not at all like that slouching Luke Britton, who, when she once walked with him all the way from Broxton to Hayslope, had only broken silence to remark that the grey goose had begun to lay. And as for Mr.
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