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Updated: June 13, 2025
"The carriage at the door, Miss Nugent," said Lady Clonbrony's woman, coming eagerly with parcels in her hand, as Miss Nugent passed her, and ran down stairs; "and I don't know where I laid my lady's numbrella, for my life do you, Anne?" "No, indeed but I know here's my own young lady's watch that she has left. Bless me! I never knew her to forget any thing on a journey before."
Le Maistre, seizing Anne's arm, and holding her fast; "stay you may safely for they're all kissing and taking leave, and all that, you know; and my lady is talking on about Mr. Soho, and giving a hundred directions about legs of tables, and so forth, I warrant she's always an hour after she's ready before she gets in and I'm looking for the numbrella. So stay, and tell me Mrs.
'The carriage at the door, Miss Nugent, said Lady Clonbrony's woman, coming eagerly with parcels in her hand, as Miss Nugent passed her and ran downstairs; 'and I don't know where I laid my lady's NUMBRELLA, for my life do your Anne? 'No, indeed but I know here's my own young lady's watch that she has left. Bless me! I never knew her to forget anything on a journey before.
I'm AFEARD I'm late, said Mrs. le Maistre, as she passed Lord Colambre, who was standing motionless in the hall. 'I beg a thousand pardons; but I was hunting high and low, for my lady's NUMBRELLA. Lord Colambre did not hear or heed her; his eyes were fixed, and they never moved.
"You had a nephew," said his subtle companion, raising his voice, and not appearing to heed the last remark. "An' 'numbrella," added Mr. BUMSTEAD, feebly. "I say you had a nephew," reiterated the other, "and that nephew disappeared in a very mysterious manner. Now I'm a literary man " "C'd tell that by y'r-headerhair," murmured the Ritualistic organist. Left y'r wife yet, sir?"
Le Maistre, as she passed Lord Colambre, who was standing motionless in the hall. "I beg a thousand pardons; but I was hunting, high and low, for my lady's numbrella." Lord Colambre did not hear or heed her: his eyes were fixed, and they never moved. Lord Clonbrony was at the open carriage-door, kneeling on the step, and receiving Lady Clonbrony's "more last words" for Mr. Soho.
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