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The other guests were Lady Charlotte Wynnstay, a cousin of the Squire a tall, imperious, loud-voiced woman, famous in London society for her relationships, her audacity, and the salon which in one way or another she managed to collect round her; her dark, thin, irritable-looking husband; two neighboring clerics the first, by name Longstaffe, a somewhat inferior specimen of the cloth, whom Robert cordially disliked; and the other, Mr.
"We will say no more on the subject," she said quickly. And Mr. Longstaffe was too judicious to do anything else than resume the question about the garden palings, and then to bow himself out. He turned, indeed, at the door to express his regrets that he had not brought her to his way of thinking, that he lost her valuable help, upon which he had calculated: but this did not conciliate Mrs.
You could not get on in it with less than four or five servants." "Four would do," said Mr. Longstaffe. "And supposing my cousin kept a pony chaise, or something? She could not get on without a pony chaise. That means another." Theodore pushed back his chair from the table with a harsh peremptoriness, startling them all.
Is it about settlements? is it " "Longstaffe is an old fool, mother: that is about what it is." "No, my dear. I am sure he is a kind friend, who has your interests at heart." "Whose interests?" he said, with a harsh laugh. "You must remember there are two sides to the question.
But just at that moment a loud wave of conversation and of laughter seemed to sweep down upon them from the other end of the table, and their little private eddy was effaced. The Squire had been telling an anecdote, and his clerical neighbors had been laughing at it. 'Ah! cried Mr. Longstaffe, throwing himself back in his chair with a chuckle, 'that was an Archbishop worth having!
Warrender, Lady Markland is a much better man of business than Theo." Mr. Longstaffe had known Theo all his life, and had never addressed him otherwise than by that name, but it seemed an over-familiarity, a want of respect, even a sign of contempt in the position in which Theo now stood. She replied with a little offence: "That is very possible.
Nobody but Mat would have dreamed of calling such a woman Mar, and any other woman of the type but Patience Longstaffe would have resented the name. "I'm glad you won, dad," she said in a voice deep as her daughter's, but harsher, as though from wear. "And I hope you won fair." The old man, who had alighted, was passing the reins through the rings of the saddle.
Longstaffe, who had all the business of the county in his hands, and who had tried in vain to save from incumbrance the property which Lord Markland had weighed down almost beyond redemption. Mr.
Longstaffe; all this must be terrible to him, in the midst of his Why should not they marry first, and then these things will arrange themselves?" "Marry first! and leave her altogether unsecured." "I hope you know that my son is a man of honour, Mr. Longstaffe." "My dear madam, we have nothing to do with men of honour in the law. I felt sure that you would understand at least.
It was a difficult story he had to tell, for there were things in it which were so offensive to her sensitive ears that he could not bear to tell them, and yet in justice to her, no less than in justice to himself, he must tell her the whole truth. It had all begun long ago when he and Edward Barnard, still at college, had met Isabel Longstaffe at the tea-party given to introduce her to society.
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