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'I am not sure that I am. As regards some words as well as some persons, the less you are acquainted with them the more it is to your credit. 'I don't quite deserve this, Lady Petherwin. 'Really, one would imagine that women wrote their books during those dreams in which people have no moral sense, to see how improper some, even virtuous, ladies become when they get into print.
'I am here at present making sketches for my next subject a winter sea. Otherwise I should not have happened to be in the church. 'You are acquainted with Mrs. Petherwin I think you are Mr. Ladywell, who painted her portrait last season? 'Yes, said Ladywell, colouring. 'You may have heard her speak of Mr. Julian? 'O yes, said Ladywell, offering his hand.
To go on such a sentimental errand might be thought by her friends to be simply troublesome, their adherence having been given only in the regular course of complaisance. She was still comparatively an outsider here, her life with Lady Petherwin having been passed chiefly in alternations between English watering-places and continental towns.
'I do not know, said Lady Petherwin, taking up another sheet of paper. 'I have a dim notion that the son, who had been brought up to no profession, became a teacher of music in some country town music having always been his hobby. But the facts are not very distinct in my memory. And she dipped her pen for another letter.
Common probability pointed to the latter supposition; but the time of starting, the course of the yacht, and recollections of Lord Mountclere's homage, suggested the more extraordinary possibility. She went across to Cornelia. 'The man who handed us on board didn't I see him speaking to you this morning? she said. 'O yes, said Cornelia. 'He asked if my mistress was the popular Mrs. Petherwin?
Petherwin and we agree to act upon, and we find it best for both. I hope you take our meaning right, and as no offence, Mr. Julian. 'And do you do the same with Picotee? 'O Lord, no 'tisn't a bit of use to try. That's the worst of Picotee there's no getting rid of her.
It was an ordinary family dinner that day, but their nephew Neigh happened to be present. Just as they were sitting down Mrs. Doncastle said to her husband: 'Why have you not told me of the wedding to-morrow? or don't you know anything about it? 'Wedding? said Mr. Doncastle. 'Lord Mountclere is to be married to Mrs. Petherwin quite privately. 'Good God! said some person. Mr.
Why, I can take in plain sewing, and you can do translations, and mother can knit stockings, and so on. How much longer will this house be yours? 'Two years. If I keep it longer than that I shall have to pay rent at the rate of three hundred a year. The Petherwin estate provides me with it till then, which will be the end of Lady Petherwin's term.
'Tis a bother to start her, so our people say behind her back, but, once set going, the house is all alive with her. However, it will soon be dull enough; she and Lady Petherwin are off to-morrow for Rookington, where I believe they are going to stay over New Year's Day. 'Where do you say they are going? inquired Christopher, as they followed the footman.
I met her at Wyndway, you know, where she was visiting with Lady Petherwin. It was some time ago, and I cannot say that I have ever met her since. 'Or before? said Neigh. 'Well no; I never did. 'Ladywell, if I had half your power of going to your imagination for facts, I would be the greatest painter in England.
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