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On April 10th, following, "the whole neighborhood, including Great Smith Street, Marsham Street, Great and Little Peter Street, Regent Street, Horseferry Road, and Strutton Ground, was convulsed by the report a woman named Ginx had given birth to "a triplet, consisting of two girls and a boy." The Queen heard of it, as this birth got into the papers, and sent the mother three pounds.
In 1810 a certain "G." or "S.G.," whose full name was Sarah Green, wrote, besides some actual history and an attempt at the historical novel, a very curious and rather hybrid book entitled Romance Readers and Romance Writers. And it starts with a burlesque account of a certain Margaret Marsham who exclaims, "What then? to add to my earthly miseries am I to be called Peggy? My name is Margaritta!"
A week earlier he would have gone to his mother for a thousand pounds without any doubt of her reply. It was just toward the close of the dinner-hour that Marsham caught the Speaker's eye. Perhaps the special effort that had been necessary to recall his thoughts to the point had given his nerves a stimulus.
She had already expressed the same wonder once or twice. But as neither she nor her son had any materials for deciding the point the remark hardly promoted conversation. She added to it another of more effect. "The Miss Bertrams have already made up their minds that she is to marry Oliver Marsham." "The deuce!" cried the startled Roughsedge.
'We'll go abroad, he said, and remember, this was his own proposition, made long before I was able to speak a word; 'We'll go abroad, and you shall get your cousin Alice to go with us. That touched me more than anything. Only think if he had proposed Mrs Marsham!" "But yet he does not like me." "You're wrong there, Alice. There has been no question of liking or of disliking.
"That will do very well thank you, Mrs Marsham," Lady Glencora said at this moment. "Pray, do not trouble yourself," and then she gave her hand to Fitzgerald. Mrs Marsham, though unknown to him, knew with quite sufficient accuracy who he was, and all his history, as far as it concerned her friend's wife. She had learned the whole story of the loves of Burgo and Lady Glencora.
We heard you playing; so we thought you weren't dull," said Diana, rather penitently. "I was only playing till you came in," was the sharp reply. "When did Mr. Marsham go?" Diana by this time was crossing the landing to the door of her room, with Fanny behind her. "Oh, quite an hour ago. Hadn't we better dress? Dinner will be ready directly." Fanny took no notice.
Next morning, as Marsham, after his dressing, was lying moody and exhausted on his pillows, he suddenly said to his servant: "I want something out of that cabinet by the fire." "Yes, sir." The man moved toward it obediently. "Find a newspaper in the top drawer, folded up small on the right-hand side." Richard looked. "I am sorry, sir, but there is nothing in the drawer at all."
There was just time for Marsham to notice an extravagant hat, smothered in ostrich feathers, a large-featured, rather handsome face, framed in a tangled mass of black hair, a pair of sharp eyes that seemed to take in hungrily all they saw the old hall, the butler, and himself, as he stood in the shadow. He heard the new guest speak to the butler about her luggage.
"The joy of turning out Marsham is compensation." The doctor turned an observant eye on his companion's clerical coat. "Shall we hear these sentiments next Sunday from the pulpit?" he asked, mildly. The Vicar had the grace to blush slightly. "I say, no doubt, more than I should say," he admitted.
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