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"Think of old Lord Sokeington I mean the great uncle of the present man, of course of his temper," Lady Louisa proceeded, regardless of ironical comment. "It amounted almost to mania. And yet Lady Dorothy Hellard would certainly have married him. There never was any question about it." "Would she, though? Bad, old man, Sokeington. Never did approve of Sokeington." "Of course she would. Mrs.
And Lady Dorothy Hellard, whose unhappy disappointment in respect of the late Lord Sokeington and other non-successful excursions in the direction of wedlock, had not cured her of sentimental leanings, asserted that, "It was quite the most romantic and touching engagement she had ever heard of."
That evening there was a dinner party at Brockhurst. Lord Denier brought his handsome second wife. She was a Hellard, and took the judge faute de mieux, so said the wicked world, rather late in life.
Monsieur Hellard was crossing the passage at the moment. Never shall I forget his consternation. He raised his hands, and his hair stood on end. "What's the matter?" he cried. "Matter enough," replied André taking up the parable. "Madame never sent to the bouchère, and the bouchère has no room.
The enraged driver was having his revenge upon us, and we repented our boldness in trusting our lives in his hands. But the sturdy Bretons accepted the situation so calmly that we felt there must still be a chance of escape. So it proved. In due time it drew up at the Hôtel d'Europe with the noise of an artillery waggon, and out came M. Hellard, the landlord.
"André I know your voice, though I cannot see your form you have been taking too much, and to-morrow I shall complain to Madame Hellard. How dare you wake quiet people out of their first sleep?" "First sleep! Has la bouchère not been to the theatre?" "Theatre, you good-for-nothing! Do I ever join in such frivolities?
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