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Petherwin here! exclaimed he, proving how ignorant he had been of the composition of the party he was to meet, and accounting at the same time for his laxity in attending it. 'I forgot to tell you, said Neigh awkwardly, behind him, 'that Mrs. Petherwin was to come with us.
Petherwin, Professed Story-teller, would devote an evening to that ancient form of the romancer's art, at a well-known fashionable hall in London. 'Now you see, she continued, 'the meaning of what you observed going on here. That you heard was one of three tales I am preparing, with a view of selecting the best. As a reserved one, I have the tale of my own life to be played as a last card.
Ethelberta as she sat felt herself much less a Petherwin than a Chickerel, much less a poetess richly freighted with fancy than an adventuress with a nebulous prospect.
'Indeed, said Mountclere. 'Well, I came to see you in order to speak of a matter which I thought you might know more about than I do, for it has taken me quite by surprise. My brother, Lord Mountclere, is, it seems, to be privately married to Mrs. Petherwin to-morrow. 'Is that really the fact? said Sol, becoming quite shaken. 'I had no thought that such a thing could be possible!
At first he could see nobody; but when about a mile from the outskirts of the town he discerned a light spot ahead of him, which actually turned out to be the jacket alluded to. In due time he met the wearer face to face; she was not Ethelberta Petherwin quite a different sort of individual.
One and another had been tried, when, at the end of the third, a lady spoke to Ethelberta. 'Now, Mrs. Petherwin, she said, gracefully throwing back her face, 'your opinion is by far the most valuable. In which of the cases do you consider the marriage of verse and tune to have been most successful?
At hearing him speak all the delicate activities in the young lady's person stood still: she stopped like a clock. When she could again fence with the perception which had caused all this, she breathed. 'Mr. Julian! she exclaimed. The words were uttered in a way which would have told anybody in a moment that here lay something connected with the light of other days. 'Ah, Mrs. Petherwin!
Petherwin had taken a walk to the Close, her companion alone remaining at the hotel. There being nothing else left for the viscount to do, he put on his hat, and went out on foot in the same direction. He had not walked far when he saw Ethelberta moving slowly along the High Street before him. Ethelberta was at this hour wandering without any fixed intention beyond that of consuming time.
'O Georgina how candid! Yes, put in some best green. Before Christopher could say any more to her, they were emerging by the corner of the cottage, and one of the brothers drew near them. 'Mr. Julian, you'll bide and have a cup of tea wi' us? he inquired of Christopher. 'An old friend of yours, is he not, Mrs. Petherwin?
Picotee opened the door, and said, with an anxiety transcending Ethelberta's, 'Well? 'O, will you tell Mrs. Petherwin that Mr. Julian says he'll wait. 'You were not to ask him to wait, said Ethelberta, within. 'I know that, said Joey, 'and I didn't. He's doing that out of his own head. 'Then let Mr. Julian wait, by all means, said Ethelberta.
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