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A lover! thought the sagacious dame. There was no lover: some love there was: or, rather, there was a preparation of the chamber, with no lamp yet lighted. "Do you positively tell me you have no heart for the position of first lady of the county?" said Mrs. Mountstuart. Clara's reply was firm: "None whatever." "My dear, I will believe you on one condition. Look at me. You have eyes.
"But, what, what! what's the story of this?" cried Sir Willoughby. "What is it?" said Mrs. Mountstuart, pricking up her ears. "It was a vaws," Flitch replied in elegy. "A porcelain vase!" interpreted Sir Willoughby. "China!" Mrs. Mountstuart faintly shrieked. One of the pieces was handed to her inspection. She held it close, she held it distant. She sighed horribly.
She had also, subsequent to Willoughby's departure on his travels, uttered sceptical things concerning his rooted attachment to Laetitia Dale. In her bitter vulgarity, that beaten rival of Mrs. Mountstuart Jenkinson for the leadership of the county had taken his nose for a melancholy prognostic of his fortunes; she had recently played on his name: she had spoken the hideous English of his fate.
And the marvel that he of all men should be in such a tangle, naked and blown on, condemned to use his cunningest arts to unwind and cover himself, struck him as though the lord of his kind were running the gauntlet of a legion of imps. He felt their lashes. The ladies were talking to Mrs. Mountstuart and Lady Culmer of Vernon and the suitableness of Laetitia to a scholar.
The European hood and gown of the Indian student may merely drape an unchanged being. Writing in 1823 about the encouragement of education and the teaching of English and the translation of English books, the Governor of Bombay, Mountstuart Elphinstone, declared too confidently that "the conversion of the natives must result from the diffusion of knowledge among them."
When we entered this court, it seemed quite academical; and we found in his house very comfortable and genteel accommodation . We rose much refreshed. I had with me a map of Scotland, a bible which was given me by Lord Mountstuart when we were together in Italy , and Ogden's Sermons on Prayer; Mr. Nairne introduced us to Dr. Watson, whom we found a well-informed man, of very amiable manners. Dr.
"Put it down on that chair; inquiries will be made, and you will see Sir Willoughby," said Mrs. Mountstuart. "Intact, no doubt; it is not disputed." With one motion of a finger she set the man rounding. Flitch halted; he was very regretful of the termination of his feast of pathos, and he wished to relate the finding of the purse, but he could not encounter Mrs.
Mountstuart admired herself as each one trotted forth in turn characteristically, with one exception unaware of the aid which was being rendered to a distressed damsel wretchedly incapable of decent hypocrisy. Her intrepid lead had shown her hand to the colonel and drawn the enemy at a blow.
Mountstuart; I believe I am the last to greet you." "And how long do you remain here, Colonel De Craye?" "I kissed earth when I arrived, like the Norman William, and consequently I've an attachment to the soil, ma'am." "You're not going to take possession of it, I suppose?" "A handful would satisfy me." "You play the Conqueror pretty much, I have heard.
Mountstuart observed, after listening to the praises she had set going again when the ladies were weeded of us, in Lady Patterne's Indian room, and could converse unhampered upon their own ethereal themes. "Willoughby will choose a wife for himself," said his mother.
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