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"That's a very bad compliment, Gertrude, when I have just made my escape." "I shall be too much for you," said Gertrude. "Here, children, take me off somewhere." "To have some dinner," said Geraldine, her hand on the bell. "No, no, Marilda feasted me." "Then don't go," entreated Clement. "It is a treat to look at you two sunny people."
Edgar bade him adieu; and the faithful Ferdinand drove him wherever he had to go, and finally to Kensington Palace Gardens, where he was ushered into the drawing-room, to find Marilda, resolved upon unconsciousness, but only succeeding in a kind of obstreperous cordiality and good will, which, together with the hot room, made him quite dizzy; and his answers were so much at random, that he sent Fulbert to an examination at Cambridge, and Clement prospecting in Australia.
Weeks went on, and nothing more was heard of 'Marilda' except the wishes and wonderings of the children.
Marilda has just made herself, with her own good rough plain sense. I wish she was a man; she would be a capital merchant like her father; but it is hard to be a great heiress, with nothing she really likes to do. She is always longing to come down to Centry, and tramp about the lanes among the cottages. 'Oh! I wish they would!
'I'm glad it is so nice and warm; it is better for Fernan, and Cherry can go! said Wilmet, ready for joy about everything. 'Nice and warm! 'Tis much colder than in London, said Alda, with a shiver. 'Has Cherry kept well this winter? 'Quite well. She walks much better. And Marilda? 'Oh, Marilda is always well. Rude health, her mother calls it. What do you think she has sent you, Wilmet?
Here is Ferdinand Travis writing to tell me of his engagement to Alda. 'To Alda? 'To Alda! I looked twice to be sure that there was no confusion between the names, but it is my sister Alda beyond a doubt. He would not ask my consent if it were Marilda. Here's the letter, as good and nice as possible, dear good fellow. 'Then what Edgar told us must have been pure imagination.
Thomas Underwood, often had recourse to Alda for sympathy in her endeavours to be tasteful, and continually held her up as an example to Marilda. 'And poor dear good woman, said Alda, 'she has such a respect for Underwood breeding and our education, that I believe I could persuade her into anything by telling her it was what she calls "comifo."
Underwood, without getting up, acknowledged him by a grunt, and hand held out; Marilda came round, and put a cold hand into his, clasping it tight; and her mother greeted him with, 'So, Felix Underwood, you are come up about this unlucky business? 'There is no reason it should be anything but a very happy one, said Marilda stoutly.
"But always a dear," said Marilda, with her habit of forgetting everybody's faults. "Why didn't you bring your wife, Bernard, and your little girl for this darling's playfellow?" "She is her best playfellow," said Angela; "Adela's Joan is too rough, and fitter for Adrian's companion." "She is my playfellow," said Bernard, holding her up. "Look out, Lena. Here's Father Thames to go over."
'Yes, said Edgar between his sobs 'It did not seem so there. 'And are they kind? 'Oh, yes. Marilda let me sit in the school-room, and I had books, and things to copy; such an angel, Cherry, I'll bring it to you next time my copy, I mean. Here there was a summons from the other room for Felix.
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