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Gabriel bowed, and turned away to direct the porter to place his portmanteau in a fly. Offended by his silence, Mrs Pansey shook out her skirts and tossed her sable plumes. 'You have not brought back French politeness, young man, said Mrs Pansey, acridly. 'I have been in Germany, retorted Gabriel, as though that fact accounted for his lack of courtesy.
'Bell isn't feeble, said Mrs Mosk, weakly. 'She's a fine set-up gal. 'Set-up and stuck-up, retorted Mrs Pansey. 'I tell you what, my good woman, you ought to be downstairs looking after her. 'Lord! mum, there ain't nothing wrong, I do devoutly hope. 'Nothing as yet; but you shouldn't have young gentlemen about the place. 'I can't help it, mum, said Mrs Mosk, beginning to cry.
Lady Mary, sad to say, received this statement with the utmost incredulity, and mentally arraigned her own offspring of duplicity; but whether Jim or Blanche was the traitor she could not determine. Could she but have peeped over Sylla Chipchase's shoulder as that laughter-loving damsel read Pansey Cottrell's note, she would have been both enlightened and astonished.
'Be sure you give my love to your mother, dear, and the two kissed with that show of affection to be seen existing between ladies who do not love one another over much. 'Horrid old cat! said Daisy to herself, as she waved her handkerchief from the now moving train. 'Dear me! how I dislike that girl, soliloquised Mrs Pansey, shaking her reticule at the departing Daisy.
That, Mr Cargrim, was the sole reason for my visit; and as it concerned myself alone, I wore a veil so as not to provoke remark. It seems that I was wrong, since Mrs Pansey has been discussing me. However, I hope you will set her mind at rest by telling her what I have told you. 'Really, my dear Miss Whichello, you are very severe; I assure you all this explanation is needless.
If some remarks were made on the name inscribed in the register of the cathedral, few people paid any attention to them, and those who did received from Miss Whichello the same skilful explanation as she had given the young couple. Moreover, as Mother Jael was not present to make inquiries, and as Mrs Pansey had not the courage to hint at scandal, the matter died a natural death.
Oh, good gracious me! what a very, very funny name. Is Miss Whichello a foreigner? 'Foreigner? Bah! cried Mrs Pansey, like a stentorian ram, 'she belongs to a good old English family, and, in my opinion, she disgraces them thoroughly.
'This must be looked into. 'Thank you, Mrs Pansey, I have looked into it myself, said Miss Whichello. 'Captain Pendle, come home with me to luncheon and tell me all about it; Mr Cargrim, you come also. Both gentlemen bowed and accepted, the former because he wished to see Mab, the latter because he knew that Captain Pendle did not want him to come.
The little old lady knew well enough that when George and Mab were married, the archdeacon's widow would use her famous memory to recall the scandals she had set afloat nearly thirty years before. Therefore, to defeat Mrs Pansey once and for all, she called on that good lady and dared her to say that there was any disgrace attached to Mab's parentage.
'What language is that? asked Miss Whichello, who came up at this moment with a smile and a word for all; 'it sounds like swearing. 'I'd like to see anyone swear here, said Mrs Pansey, grimly. 'Set your mind at rest, dear lady, I was speaking Romany the black language the calo jib which the gipsies brought from the East when they came to plunder the hen-coops of Europe.
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