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Marland still in her seat, sat down by her. She was surprised and pleased to hear that Charlie was in town. "I left him at home in deep dumps. You've never been to Langbury Court, have you?" Taylor shook his head. "Such a sweet old place! But, of course, rather dull for a young man, with nobody hut his mother and just one or two slow country neighbors." "Oh, a run 'll do him good."
It is therefore reasonable to suppose that these five were the only Palace dogs, or Sacred Temple dogs of Pekin, which reached England, and it is from the pair which lived to a respectable old age at Goodwood that so many of the breed now in England trace their descent. MISS M. A. BLAND'S POMERANIAN CH. MARLAND KING Photograph by T. Fall; 4. LADY HULTON'S BLENHEIM CH. JOY Photograph by Russell; 5.
He enjoyed himself more in the garden, for, while Lady Merceron and her brother in law took counsel, he strolled through the moonlit shrubberies with Mrs. Marland, and Mrs. Marland was very sympathetically interested in him and his pursuits.
She was listening to her companion's conversation, and did not notice Sigismund Taylor, with whom she was well acquainted. "Dear me, who are those, I wonder?" exclaimed Mrs. Marland. "She's very distinguée." "It's Miss Glyn," answered he. "What Miss Agatha, Glyn?" "Yes," he replied, wondering whether that little coincidence as to the 'Agatha' would suggest itself to anyone else.
Marland remarked in the quietest voice in the world "There's some one in the temple." "What?" cried Millie. "Eh?" exclaimed Calder. "Nonsense!" said Charlie. "I saw a face at the window," insisted Mrs. Marland. "Oh, Mrs. Marland! Was it very awful?" "Not at all, Millie very pretty," and she gave Charlie a look full of meaning. "Look, look!" cried Millie in strong agitation.
"He's no beauty, at any rate; but he's a great match, I suppose?" "Oh, perhaps it isn't true." "You speak as if you wished it wasn't. I've heard about Mr. Wentworth from Victor Sutton you know who I mean?" and Mrs. Marland proceeded to give some particulars of Calder Wentworth's career. Meanwhile that gentleman himself was telling Agatha Glyn a very humorous story. Agatha did not laugh.
"And then you can see the ladies from London," added Mrs. Marland. "Perhaps the one who isn't young Mr. Prime's will be interesting." "Or," said Charlie, "as mostly happens in this woeful world, the one who is." "I think the less we see of that sort of person at all, the better," observed Lady Merceron, with gentle decision. "They can hardly be quite what we're accustomed to."
At one moment both of Marland's guns, abandoned by their supports, were completely cut off by the Confederate cavalry, but Marland, rising to the occasion, bade his cannoneers draw their revolvers, and charged at a full gallop directly through the lines of Green's cavalry, to the complete astonishment of both armies, and came into battery on the right of the 46th Indiana.
He passed several people he knew, both men and women: Mrs. Marland was there, attended by two young men, and, a little farther on, he saw old Lord Thrapston tottering along on his stick. Lord Thrapston hated a parson, and scowled at poor Mr. Taylor as he went by. Mr.
Her lovely Mite is a typical example of a small Pomeranian of this colour. He was bred by Mr. Hirst, by Little Nipper ex Laurel Fluffie, and scales only 4-1/4 lb. Mention should also be made of Miss Ives' Dragon Fly, Mrs. Boutcher's Lady Wolfino, Miss Bland's Marland Topaz, Mr. Walter Winans' Morning Light, and Mr. Fowler's May Duchess.
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