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Isabel. I have no intention of eloping. Warland. For tea, I mean? Isabel. I never take tea. The same drawing-room. Isabel enters from the lawn in hat and gloves. The tea-table is set out, and the footman just lighting the lamp under the kettle. Isabel. You may take the tea-things away. I never take tea. Footman. Very good, m'm. Oberville was to have tea? Isabel. Mr. Oberville?
Not labouring people at all. His father was a greengrosher, m'm, and had a churnor, and he was bankrup' twice. And one of his sisters is in a Home for the Dying. It will be a very good match for me, m'm," said Jane, "me being an orphan girl." "Then you are engaged to him?" asked my wife. "Not engaged, ma'am; but he is saving money to buy a ring hammyfist."
The woman blushed. 'They meant Miss Gruchette. 'Oh a nickname. 'Yes. 'Why? The woman whispered why in a story of about two minutes' length. Ethelberta turned pale. 'Is she going to return? she inquired, in a thin hard voice. 'Yes; next week. You know her, m'm? 'No. I am a stranger. 'So much the better.
The baby, true to his principles, refused to stand. He sat down and stared at those around him in jovial defiance. "What is your age, little Bones?" "Just turned six, m'm," replied Tottie, with a courtesy, which Miss Lillycrop had taught her with great pains. "You're sixty-six, at the least, compared with male creatures of the same age," observed her interrogator.
"Amy," she said, "it's a Doctor Stirling that your mistress has when she's ill, isn't it?" "Yes, m'm." "Where is his surgery?" "Well, m'm, he did live just opposite, with Dr. Harrop, but latterly he's gone to live at Bleakridge." "I wish you would put your things on, and run up there and ask him to call as soon as he can." "I will, m'm," said Amy, with the greatest willingness.
"And then?" said John after a pause. "Oh," she replied, "I looked at Alice, and she shook her head as much to say, 'It's no use for the present, and I fled the place." "M'm!" muttered John. "He must have been a nice traveling companion. Has it been like that all the time?" "Most of it," she said, "but not quite all, and this morning was rather an exaggeration of the regular thing.
"Why?" asked John. "You know I am going to the Hall." "Yes, of course. I only thought, perhaps, you and Mr. Juxon would like to drive up it is so dark. I am sure Mr. Ambrose would not mind you taking the gentlemen up to the Hall, Reynolds?" "No m'm. I'm quite sure as he wouldn't," exclaimed Reynolds with great alacrity. He immediately had visions of a pint of beer in the Hall kitchen.
Presently Emily, her preparations for dinner made, would come to stand beside her mistress's chair, to turn a critical eye upon the passers-by beneath. Emily knew the names of most of the people of any consideration who passed; knew, and could at length relate the history of themselves and their domestic economies. "There's Mrs. Hamley, m'm.
Could you wait for him just a minute? 'Really, I am afraid not, m'm. Cytherea looked at the stout, round-faced man, and at the vessel, with a light in her eyes so expressive of her own opinion being the same, on reflection, as his, and with such resignation, too, that, from an instinctive feeling of pride at being able to prove himself more humane than he was thought to be works of supererogation are the only sacrifices that entice in this way and that at a very small cost, he delayed the boat till some among the passengers began to murmur.
Ned used to try my gravity sorely by stepping up to me half a dozen times during the service, to find his place for him in his Prayer-book, and always saying aloud, "Thank you kindly, m'm."
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