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The descendants from Longstaff, the second son, were a rakish, disorderly sort of people, and rambled from one place to another, till, in the time of Harry the Second, they settled in Kent, and were called Long-Tails, from the long tails which were sent them as a punishment for the murder of Thomas-a-Becket, as the legends say.
What can I do for you?" "We must bear it, my dear. It often does rain, but why on this special day should it come down out of buckets?" "I never was so wet in all my life," said Dolly Longstaff, poking in his head. "There's somebody smoking," said the Countess angrily. There was a crowd of men smoking out on the verandah.
He was a young man, though not a very young man, with a fortune of his own and the expectation of a future fortune. Few men living could have done less for the world than Dolly Longstaff, and yet he had a position of his own. Now he had taken it into his head to fall in love with Miss Boncassen. This was an accident which had probably never happened to him before, and which had disturbed him much.
There could be no question but that Tregear, when he disliked his company, could show his dislike by his countenance; and it was not improbable that he had done so in the presence of Mr. Adolphus Longstaff. "Now tell the truth, Lady Mabel; does he not look conceited sometimes?" "He generally looks as if he knew what he was talking about, which is more than some other people do."
"It shall be so; shall it not?" Then she paused. "It must be so, Mr. Longstaff." "Must it?" "That and no more. Now I wish to go down. Will you come with me? It will be better. Don't you think it is going to rain?" Dolly looked up at the clouds. "I wish it would with all my heart." "I know you are not so ill-natured. It would spoil all." "You have spoiled all." "No, no. I have spoiled nothing.
"They can't do it, by Act of Parliament, except in a hugger-mugger left-handed way, that wouldn't suit you at all." "Mr. Longstaff, you must forgive me if I say that of all the gentlemen I have ever met in this country or in any other you are the most obtuse."
It so chanced that she sat between Sir Timothy Beeswax, who in these days was a very great man indeed, and that very Dolly Longstaff, whom Silverbridge in his irony had proposed to her as a fitting suitor for her hand. "Isn't Lord Silverbridge a cousin of yours?" asked Sir Timothy. "A very distant one." "He has come over to us, you know. It is such a triumph." "I was so sorry to hear it."
The Mopstaffs and Broomstaffs are naturally as civil people as ever went out of doors; but, alas! if they once get into ill hands, they knock down all before them. Pilgrimstaff ran away from his friends, and went strolling about the country; and Pipestaff was a wine-cooper. These two were the unlawful issue of Longstaff.
It had been a most unfortunate interview. But this was clear; that, as he had announced his engagement to such a one as Dolly Longstaff, the matter now would admit of no delay. He would explain to his father that as tidings of the engagement had got abroad, honour to the young lady would compel him to come forward openly as her suitor at once.
"But I do," he shouted, turning back towards her. "I do. If any man were ever absolutely, actually, really in love, I am the man." "Are you indeed, Mr. Longstaff? Isn't it pleasant?" "Pleasant; pleasant? Oh, it could be so pleasant." "But who is the lady? Perhaps you don't mean to tell me that." "You mean to say you don't know?" "Haven't the least idea in life."
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