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Updated: September 10, 2025
But the very talking about it tires me, I know, and I can't think how you have stood it all. Come out and see how pretty the flowers are looking in the south garden. I've made them sow all the seeds you like; and I went over to Hollingford nursery to buy the cuttings of the plants you admired last year.
In a fortnight's time I am to go down and stay at Rivenoak." "Really? In a fortnight? She must have taken to you wonderfully." "My ideas interested the old lay as I thought perhaps they might. She's very keen on political and social science. It happens, too, that she's looking about for a Liberal candidate to contest Hollingford at the next election."
It contained an invitation to dinner to meet M. Geoffroi St H , whose views on certain subjects Roger had been advocating in the article Lord Hollingford had spoken about to Molly, when he danced with her at the Hollingford ball. M. Geoffroi St H was in England now, and was expected to pay a visit at the Towers in the course of the following week.
'There is a charity ball in Hollingford soon, isn't there? asked he. 'Yes; on Easter Tuesday, she replied. 'Are you going? I suppose you are? 'Yes; mamma is going to take Molly and me. 'You will enjoy it very much going together? For the first time during this little conversation she glanced up at him real honest pleasure shining out of her eyes.
'No honourable man or woman will read your letters, and if any people do read them, they will be so much ashamed of it that they won't dare to speak of them. What use can they be of to you? 'They contain Cynthia's reiterated promises of marriage, replied he. 'She says she would rather leave Hollingford for ever, and go out to earn her bread, than marry you. His face fell a little.
Dyce gave an account of the state of politics at Hollingford, sketching the character of Mr. Robb on the lines suggested by Breakspeare. As she listened, Mrs. Woolstan had much ado to preserve outward calm; she was flushed with delight; words of enthusiasm trembled on her lips. "When will the election be?" she asked in the first pause. "Certainly not this year.
It had begun to rain, and was, altogether, a gloomy day for August; and there was a small fire of scented wood burning cheerfully in the sitting-room appropriated to her. High up, it commanded a wide and pleasant view over the park, and from it could be seen the spire of Hollingford Church, which gave Molly a pleasant idea of neighbourhood to home.
I want to see you, and we had better arrange the meeting now. Where are you staying in Hollingford? An hotel, isn't it?" She spoke in a low voice. Notwithstanding her decorous gravity, Lashmar saw a ghost of the familiar smile hovering about her lips. He gave his address, and asked at what hour Mrs. Toplady thought of coming. "Let us say half-past five.
She was much more amiable in her demeanour, more cheerful in mind; she dropped the habit of irony, and talked hopefully of Lashmar's prospects. "What's the news from Breakspeare?" she inquired, as they were pedalling softly along an easy road one afternoon, Dyce having spent the morning in Hollingford. "Oh, he's a prancing optimist," Dyce replied.
Breakspeare inwardly laughing at himself and the company? But he seemed to be an excitable little man, and possibly believed what he said. "That's very interesting," Dyce remarked. "And how much longer will Hollingford be content with such representation?" "I think," replied Breakspeare, gravely, "I really think, that at the next election we shall floor him. It is the hope of my life.
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