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Nobody will be foolish enough, I hope, to suppose that I did this on Mr. Sax's account. How could I possibly care about a man who was little better than a stranger to me? No! the person I dressed at was Miss Melbury. She gave me a look, as I modestly placed myself in a corner, which amply rewarded me for the time spent on my toilet. The gentlemen came in. I looked at Mr.
Mr. Melbury stood slightly apart from the rest of the Peripatetics, and Grace beside him, clinging closely to his arm, her modern attire looking almost odd where everything else was old-fashioned, and throwing over the familiar garniture of the trees a homeliness that seemed to demand improvement by the addition of a few contemporary novelties also.
They marvelled at his temerity; for though most of the tongues which had been let loose attributed the chief blame-worthiness to Fitzpiers, these of her household preferred to regard their mistress as the deeper sinner. Melbury sat with his hands resting on the familiar knobbed thorn walking-stick, whose growing he had seen before he enjoyed its use.
Her large gray eyes sparkled as they rested on my face, and she hummed the tune of the old French song, "C'est l'amour, l'amour, l'amour!" There is no disguising it something in this disclosure made me excessively angry. Was I angry with Miss Melbury? or with Mr. Sax? or with myself? I think it must have been with myself. Finding that I had nothing to say on my side, Mrs.
"My notion is that Mery's style will suit her best, because he writes in that soft, emotional, luxurious way she has," Grace said, musingly. "Indeed!" said Winterborne, with mock awe. "Suppose you talk over my head a little longer, Miss Grace Melbury?" "Oh, I didn't mean it!" she said, repentantly, looking into his eyes. "And as for myself, I hate French books.
She has a moral chemistry which excels in the amalgamation of contradictory ingredients. On a Sunday at Melbury castle if by any strange accident she and her lord happen to be there together, she first reads him a sermon, and plays at cribbage with him the rest of the evening.
She made no further objections to accompanying her parents, taking them into the inner room to give Winterborne a last look, and gathering up the two or three things that belonged to her. While she was doing this the two women came who had been called by Melbury, and at their heels poor Creedle. "Forgive me, but I can't rule my mourning nohow as a man should, Mr. Melbury," he said.
"Well, get off and come in," said Melbury, brusquely; and Giles dismounted accordingly. This event was the concrete result of Winterborne's thoughts during the past week or two.
Some monstrous calumnies are afloat of which I have known nothing until now!" Melbury started, and looked at her simply. "But surely, ma'am, you know the truth better than I?" Her features became a little pinched, and the touches of powder on her handsome face for the first time showed themselves as an extrinsic film.
I'll see him another time, perhaps, if 'tis to oblige 'ee." "He came to see me; he wanted to consult me about this large partnership I speak of, as it is very promising." "Oh, I am glad to hear it," said Melbury, dryly. A pause ensued, during which the inquiring faces and whity-brown clothes of Melbury's companions appeared in the door-way. "Then bain't you coming home with us?" he asked.
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