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Eustace spent Christmas at Highmead, and made frequent calls at the house of the ex-Mayor. On one of the occasions it happened that the ladies were from home, but Mr. Mumbray, on the point of going out, begged Glazzard to come and have a word with him in his sanctum. After much roundabout talk, characteristically pompous, he put the question whether Mr. Glazzard, as a friend of Mr.
Serena was turning aside to throw a shawl over her shoulders, when Eustace Glazzard stepped up. "Pray let me assist you, Miss Mumbray." He placed the wrap. "I hope you have been amused?" "I have, really," answered the girl, with a glance towards Ivy, who had heard her uncle's voice. "You, Ivy," he continued, "are rather on Mrs. Wade's side, I think?" "Oh, uncle how can you!" Mr.
Happily, I persuaded my friends to discontinue their countenance of that weekly paper, and I shall exert myself everywhere to the same end." They rose at length, and went to the drawing-room. There Glazzard succeeding in seating himself by Miss Mumbray, and for a quarter of an hour he talked with her about art and literature.
But no; it is not merely to quench a natural thirst that Mr. Quarrier has recourse to those pestilent vendors of poison; the drinking of strong liquor has become a tyrant-habit with him." "I deny it, Mr. Vialls!" exclaimed the girl, almost angrily. Welwyn-Baker himself!" This was laying a hand upon the Ark. Mrs. Mumbray gave a little scream, and several "Oh's!" were heard. Mr.
Welwyn-Baker is breaking up; they won't let him come forward again, even if he wishes. His son is disliked, and would have a very poor chance. If you cared to put yourself in touch with Mumbray and the rest of them by love! I believe they would welcome you. I don't know of any one but the Welwyn-Bakers at all likely to stand."
Miss Mumbray was surprised when, on her arrival one afternoon, she was conducted into the presence of three persons, who sat conversing in the large drawing-room. With Ivy and her father was a gentleman whose identity she could only guess; he proved to be Mr. Eustace Glazzard, her friend's uncle. To the greetings with which she was received Serena responded formally.
I feel half afraid that I may even offend you. You will think me very strange indeed." Lilian trembled. The old dread awoke in her. Had Miss Mumbray discovered something? "Do let me know what it is," she replied, in a low voice. "It it is about Mr. Eustace Glazzard. I think he is an intimate friend of Mr. Quarrier's?" "Yes, he is." "You are surprised, of course.
By half-past eight he was in the midst of a vehement plea for an enlargement of female education, in the course of which he uttered several things rather disturbing to the nerves of Mrs. Mumbray, and other ladies present.
In a moment of domestic truce the ex-Mayor communicated this thought to his wife, and Mrs. Mumbray gave ready ear. Like the ladies of Polterham in general, she had not the faintest understanding of political principles; to her, the distinction between parties was the difference between bits of blue and yellow ribbon, nothing more.
Quarrier was an English governess there." "Ah! a governess!" cried two or three voices. "To tell the truth," said Mrs. Mumbray, more dignified than ever after her vindication, "it is probable that she belongs to some very poor family. I should be sorry to think any worse of her for that, but it would explain the private marriage."
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